Brushing The Clouds Away From My Eyes, I See Clarity In The Raindrop And Beauty In The First Ray Of Morning

Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun… Life is strange and wondrous… Virginia Alison. Once again, the palate changes, the Artist creates magnificence in a whole new, yet familiar, wholly spectacular way……the nubivagant visual riches just blow me away…..again……Bon Mardi, mes amis!

The red-shirted ninja, going incognito, minding the Gap…..cracks me up, I love this kid! Bon Samedi, mes amis!

When companies with more money than sense build a movie theater, we get this….a wee bit over the top, but it was cheap movie Tuesday, & I went to see a movie ALL. BY. MYSELF. I literally haven’t done that since, well, a reeeeaaaaallllly long time, years. So, FUN! Highly recommended, I may have to make this a semi regular occurrence:-) ……Bon Mardi, mes amis!

Tea & sympathy & hope…..always hope…..Bon Lundi, mes amis!

When he decides he wants to be cuddly, bedhead & all, and he deposits himself on my lap and we have “coffee time” and chat about anything & everything & just hang……I treasure those up in my heart…soul food, indeed…..Bon Mardi, mes amis!

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself. Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast. Old Man Winter’s last hurrah has now returned to the earth to quench the thirsty plants from whence it once hung as translucent sculpture……but I couldn’t resist this spring quote from my favorite Hemingway ……Bon Dimanche, mes amis!