I got up during the night and looked at what i wrote...Oh Cripe, grace....
and Of Course, i Can't be Jude or Judy Martin. I would need a different life and i really wouldn't Want a different life, i want This Life, whatever it is, I want to finish up this Me thing.
and again, amazed and delighted by the very early morning reflection on the refrigerator...soon, the Light will change and it won't happen anymore, but for now, it's nothing less than Magic
the new growth of the Apricot...leaves that look so much like blossoms
right on top of a basket, this. Of Deb Lacativa. I do not Ever remember seeing it before?!..? it looks like a conch shell here
More lines and now, will need to just lay loose threads to understand the form for any future stitching...close now...
maybe it should be shorter
