Saturday, March 9, 2013

Every Day Life

Pink sky. Pretty sky.

Fluffy cotton candy sky.
It's March.

Time for fresh flowers.


Where do all the daisies go?
I know, I know!
Underneath the snow they creep,
Nod their little heads and sleep;
In the spring-time out they peep:
That is where they go.
~ Isabella F. Bellows, from The Nursery Stories
An afternoon nap for the old man.

Love this dog.

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