In my magical manner I’m eating my words as fast as I write them! CSN sang, “And choking on hello...”
Top to bottom, LoveLetterist, today’s post was wonderful. The spattering of paint - how did you produce that? Of course the face near the lower right corner of your canvas? Do you see it too?
The block by block snow fort conjured memories of similar activity as a boy. Sigh. Cal’s “...warm air forced through a vent at her back” suggested she wears a very compact furnace for your weather conditions? A nuclear upgrade to the old Jon-E hand warmers from my youth? 😉
With the outlook exhibited by all (Henny?), including the quote by Anais Nin, I envision a splendid day ahead.
The proof is in the pudding. 😁 My use of “presidential” refers to a very sweet coating (more sugar than anything else) applied prior to baking. Over the top sweet in my estimation. It sounds like you selected just the right bacon!
A note from LoveLetterist:
Yes... the weather stinks.
It takes me five minutes to bundle to take Henny out to potty. 🧤🧣🏂
If only she could go to the YMCA with the boys!
That said...
I am blessed with a cozy house,
art supplies,
and an active brain that's
animated by an enthusiastic spirit.
Sweet indeed!
I love your art today Gail. Sweetness from across the states. :) Thank you.
Today's cold run brought
the magic of cloud making
with every exhale.
Thanks Julie!
I saw what ai think was a photograph of something similar and wanted to give it a go!
Will you run outside when temps are in the single digits?
By next week we’ll be back up into the 30s. 🎉
I love it!
Yes, I do :) I dress well and luckily my feet never get cold. It must be from all the outside work I did growing up on a dairy farm. HA! :)
In my magical manner I’m eating my words as fast as I write them! CSN sang, “And choking on hello...”
Top to bottom, LoveLetterist, today’s post was wonderful. The spattering of paint - how did you produce that? Of course the face near the lower right corner of your canvas? Do you see it too?
The block by block snow fort conjured memories of similar activity as a boy. Sigh. Cal’s “...warm air forced through a vent at her back” suggested she wears a very compact furnace for your weather conditions? A nuclear upgrade to the old Jon-E hand warmers from my youth? 😉
With the outlook exhibited by all (Henny?), including the quote by Anais Nin, I envision a splendid day ahead.
Carpe diem.
Well… we have bacon — and apple scones fresh from the oven.
So far, so good!
Is the bacon if the “presidential or premier” variety?
Excellent question!
I have no idea.
It’s Usinger mis-cuts.
They come all balled up — and vacuum-sealed. Doesn’t look fancy, but the price is right and the bacon is amazing!
The proof is in the pudding. 😁 My use of “presidential” refers to a very sweet coating (more sugar than anything else) applied prior to baking. Over the top sweet in my estimation. It sounds like you selected just the right bacon!
...bacon of the...