That was the week
Don't ask me what Monday was all about!
Haven't a clue
Perhaps browns and greys because
dyeing has been on my mind
Handy Hubby and I were like
ships that pass in the night
The only time we saw each other was
waving to each other from our cars.
Thursday was to honour
the abundance of echinacea
colouring the flowers beds in glorious yellows.
I found inspiration in my kantha books.
Stitches about all these Olympians coming together to compete.
at the crack of dawn
the Rusty Pups and I walked above the clouds
to the quarry
where we disturbed two large birds
Hawks I think.