Bob had all those little pieces of wood in a white plastic bag. You know, the bark that jumps off the log, etc., etc.. Well, my eyes did a dance on that plastic bag, and I don't mean a happy dance.
I made a mad dash straight to my stash and found some fabric from Japan. I like it where it is, and my eyes feel much better now.
Only a few raisins on one side.Not everyone likes them.
Ready to rise.
Oh my word.
Loved by everyone, but I can't manage that much sweetness anymore.
The middle picture was taken from my upstairs bedroom window. You can barely see Dee's clothesline poles!
That's what I hear. Who knows. But, I do know that we don't get to choose. In the meantime, Bob is building a fire. If we both get 12", maybe I could sled on over.
