this weekend we found out favorite has cancer. i have nothing to say. there aren’t words, sentences, poems, photos which equal my sawyer’s sweetness. i cry stupid, pointless tears. it’s in his lungs. he has no idea. nothing hurts. the tail keeps...
christina is hosting the simple things today. a call out to bloggers to “show what we appreciate, and what we are grateful for – no matter how big or small, these things may seem.” if christina asked me to dig ditches with her all day long in the hot...
oh my! don’t you just love open weekends that just melt seamlessly from no plans set, let’s see where the hour takes us to ….well isn’t this delightful and unexpected? this morning i found myself making snow angels lying in bed; giddy still...
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! Much pleasure thou can’st give me just in case he IS checking his list twice here is what i would be asking for if we lived in that magical world where friends weren’t sick, parents didn’t fret over bills, animals...
volume up friends. this is what the beasts and i are dance partying around to this morning (thank you chuck). rumps shaking and breathless we managed to give a goat. the striking resemblance to the dairy buck sent truman into quite a rattled and distressed state....
my dancing both worked and didn’t. for weeks i’ve been bouncing, flinging, flipping, and romping round for the rain gods. breathless, the beasts and i bounded round the roost beseeching the powers that be for winter weather. bellied up, our tongues lolled,...
