Wednesday, May 13, 2009

what are these called again?

what are these called again?
Originally uploaded by quail feather

can't remember but they look how I wish I felt.

A truly drab day with wind that blew me down the sidewalk as I picked up the kids from school (not mine).

As much as I want to explore my new sewing machine, or continue making up the art of embroidery, I seem to end up just staring out the window, wishing today had been different

1 comment:

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,
don't go back to sleep