Blackbird days & windy weather

"Blackbird... bye bye..."

There we were... the frigid winds of early March were flying through our hair and our coats... but Polly still smiled and spun and stretched!

But there is that smile!

Monday-Thursday... to the weekend

MONDAY

why is it - that my first work day usually spins so fast?

By Thursday there is a pattern- Tuesday if I push hard enough, but Mondays.
Perhaps Arthur Dent "...never could get the hang of Thursdays..." but I rather like them.

On Thursday the week is almost at peak exhilaration... so many ideas, hopes and dreams swirling in my brain. But by Saturday reality has set in and I have to finish something...



How does your week usually pan out?

Welcome a friendly-looking Equinox

Now I know I can ramble sometimes... or that my words jump ahead of themselves- rather like a child cutting in line. It's obnoxious and occasionally frustrating because the meaning of my words becomes a scrambled mess of noise to any listener.

Ick.


Words are so useful though, when properly released (verbally or in written form). Although mine are not always present at my command and I have to fight for them in a tangle, I enjoy using them. Because I didn't invoke written thing when last with my family I must now call upon them.

But can all these wonderful memories find a life in words? Well here I'll add some photographic illustration too!

Robert Indiana etc

Literary adventures... deep into the ink and paper

Tis a day for art and literature!!