Wilco soothes my aching brain. 'I assassin down the avenue' - so good
Spending my day in the library again, I am more concerned with design and color and wind and folded paper than I am with taking a literal definition of art from a stream of consciousness book for an analytical essay.
The trees have been blowing dried buds in on Nora and I where we sit with our open windows. The big green leafy one has been flirting with the dainty white flowered lovely.
I've been reading and loving www.ohjoy.blogs.com.
