A radiant painting that! I suspect some braiding is at work today.
Calliope notes flying fish - salmon - in her sky today. My sky was replete with Mackeral, Spanish or otherwise, horizon to horizon with a few clear, blue expanses.
I might say, LoveLetterist, that the tone of the post this morning creates an urge to sing a kindergarten tune, except “My Little Town” had none. Thanks Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. For the song. 😊
The white feathers tell me today will be light and breezy so I better get flappin’. 🕊️
A note fron LoveLetterist:
This morning my friend Margaret is in my thoughts. I can hear her delicious Irish voice in my mind's ear.
She published an interactive journal inspired by the Beaufort Wind Scale.
It asks us asks us to 'write or draw one thing I found beautiful today'.
I think that's brilliant because it has been my personal experience that I often find what I am looking for.
You can explore the journal, and the story behind it's creation, here: https://www.margaretaobrien.com/books#:~:text=“Weather%20Report%20provides%20an%20easy,What%20do%20you%20feel%3F
“Nothing comes from nothing
nothing ever will...”
https://youtu.be/eITiP7tTDrs?si=ABqaqq9lziJ7e5OM
A gardener, encouraging the cedar to reach for the stars.
Watching The Sound Of Music, in a grand movie theater on my senior trip to D.C., left a lasting impression. Magical.
A radiant painting that! I suspect some braiding is at work today.
Calliope notes flying fish - salmon - in her sky today. My sky was replete with Mackeral, Spanish or otherwise, horizon to horizon with a few clear, blue expanses.
I might say, LoveLetterist, that the tone of the post this morning creates an urge to sing a kindergarten tune, except “My Little Town” had none. Thanks Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. For the song. 😊
The white feathers tell me today will be light and breezy so I better get flappin’. 🕊️