On the Beach . . .
We’re still busy playing. So instead of words, may I offer you some beach art? Wondrous found objects from the place where tide meets land, flotsam and jetsam mixing it up with dried seed pods…
View PostWe’re still busy playing. So instead of words, may I offer you some beach art? Wondrous found objects from the place where tide meets land, flotsam and jetsam mixing it up with dried seed pods…
View PostFriday afternoon Daughter #3 arrived, Saturday morning two of her friends, Saturday afternoon another one, then Sunday morning her husband. Shortly after that, Daughter #1 unpacked, with her husband and our granddaughter, and we all…
View PostPerhaps Duchesse is not the only reader who finds me somewhat selfish showing pictures of what I wore, mentioning Nola, and showing no pictures of that little girl. Who cares what Nana wore, I can…
View PostThe weekend’s going to be grey and rainy, but with these little guys popping up all over, who can be gloomy? Mind you, I’m tempted to gloominess by a cough that’s threatening to become something…
View PostBecause I was a stay-at-home mom (albeit one who ran a music studio from home, teaching piano and theory, while also a perennial student) whose husband was often away, I did most of our Christmas…
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