Drawing To An End...

...their beauty is exquisitely unveiled.

Love to all, Ellen.

Well, P.P.S.

I just checked to see

if this abortive attempt worked

and invented a new word.

I love my new word.

I said, "Damn, this is furitative".

This white one is huge...

I took out my tape measure...

almost 12" across.

The pinkness that showed up

in the light,

delighted me no end.

Beautiful buds...

And, check this one out...

it's a mitten.

I think that Tom Thumb might be in there,

or Thumbelina.

Perhaps they are both in there!

Well, this exercise in blogging
was totally frustrating.
I have no clue what happened
to the spacing,
but before I tear out my hair,
I will sign off
and wish love to you all.
Ellen.
p.s.
I also lost my title,
but hopefully you get the drift.

The Eye of the Beholder

Finding beauty

in the humble seed pod.

These are so magical to me.

I have no idea what plants/trees they came from.

I have had them for years...

bought at a Fall Festival many years ago.

Dusty to be sure,

but I marvel at their patterns,

uniqueness and beauty.

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Today Mother Nature has rained,

hailed and darkened our day. 

A bit north she has even shaken out her

skirts of snow.

The wood stove keeps me warm

and adds some cheerfulness

to the day.

Wishing all of you a week

filled with goodness.

With love, Ellen.

Oh, My.......

Little did I know.

I received a catalog in the mail

the other day.

It is filled with women's work clothes

and a certain item that I find fascinating.

I am thrilled to discover

that I can now order

GO ALL NATURAL

FREE RANGE UNDERWEAR.

How is it possible to live

all of these years and not

know that I could be wearing

FREE RANGE UNDERWEAR?

Above is what my little pea brain imagines.

A tiny flock of Free Range Underwear

of the Hi-Cut Breed,

happily milling around,

unfettered and content.

Does this mean

that all of these many years

I have been wearing Caged Underwear?

If so, that could well be

the seat of many of my problems.

(Snort! Do forgive me.)

Love to all, Ellen.

On Tip Toes

Slowly coming back.

Two mosaics to begin

the process.

I have missed this small spot.

Mostly, I have missed all of you

and I want to thank you with all my heart

for your notes of concern.

I am fine.

We have all been battling various

forms of The Yucky Icks.

Mine morphed into Strep Throat

and a toe curling, debilitating cough.

All I need now is some energy!

Thank you again.

You are all valued beyond compare.

With love, Ellen.