I have a weird childhood memory of going on a picnic with the Frezon grandparents and, no doubt, Aunt Marie and that we were in dark woods and at, not a stream, but a spillway. And over the years I’ve … Continue reading →
Had good intentions to do what had to be done. Managed a load of laundry, putting out the trash cans and some painting.
Along the road into Papscanee Preserve. Some of the corn near here had small ears despite not being very tall.
I came home with three new colors. The brits are always saying throw some raw sienna in the sky. Mine looks like an orangey brown, theirs looks positively yellow. The good news is that it mixes with cobalt or ultramarine … Continue reading →
I stopped at Arlene’s this morning on the way to work. Those of you who know my collection of thread sample cards will totally appreciate my excitement over this coming home. But seriously, it answers once and for all my … Continue reading →
Our life is more than our work. Our work is more than our jobs.
