9 AM photo. Twice shoveled already – the wind is just blowing that snow across the walls and onto the stairs. A-a-a-a-h winter. As I

I took this photo earlier in the day. Peaches looks so innocent here. And she is. She just needs to go outside now and again.

I have a ridiculous story to tell. I don’t know if you’ve been noticing this ongoing saga of my not wonderful health humming in the

Water. No ice. No snow. It’s before all that. It’s the blank canvas. I’m reading a book now on Christianity. I know – I’m surprised

I made a mistake when I was cutting out this horse shape yesterday. I proceeded to throw it away. In the night, it occurred to

Poor pup has to hang out on the bear. Nothing more to do when there’s art being created. Oh well. I can feel my energy

Four o’clock in the afternoon. This must be December. The light – there’s not much of it at this time of year. Thank goodness for

I straight out admit, I was not born for the digital age. I am not good at doing two things at once. When I travel,

Okay, so I’m having fun. When I use scissors to “draw”, I am guaranteed that it’s going to be way off. And that just seems

Not much happening here. The fun, it came. Now, quiet again. Friends, family, dogs, food, music, laughing. This group, each year slightly shifts. But it’s