I had a bad few months so here’s the positive bits.
A seed packet arrived from friend Clay. And the seeds are working. Al was stung by a bee so …😍
Yes- fun was had. See the colored specks?
The aforementioned fun. My grandson’s hand.
Look at my colorful lifeline!
Part of my latest collage art.
A remembrance wreath.
Kisses from the Strawberry Field. I ate this and it was tasty.
Portion of an unfinished painting.
RIP Howie 8/15/1962 to 6/15/2005
Some pictures I found of me on horses.
This guy again.
The only predictable thing about loving a person who’s mentally ill is that you can count on their behavior being unpredictable.
Mothers often act from the heart instead of the head. I’m not yet sure if that’s a positive because these past few months have almost done me in.
I’m not sure I can be any other way though.