the laundry is done, the dog walked, we even managed some weeding in the
jungle. there were tulip bulbs hiding in and among the tall weeds. we
didn’t make a dent.
himself cooked us up another outrageously delicious meal and I’m watching
A Man of Her Own,
Barbara Stanwick 1950 I think.
if I had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.
|From Drop Box|
i could use some leaners laundry in my life. i could lean while someone else makes everything spanking new and springtime fresh.
this piece is a daydream. it's the expression on the woman's face the yesteryear feel of the print and the ethereal weight of everything.
it makes me feel kind of peaceful, which is always a good thing and thank you.
Thank you Miss Angella.
i love this. both the words and the image.