umbrella girl

Three Bags At A Time

- robin

I have not been sleeping well.

At night, I toss, turn and look at my phone.

Days have been perfect, but I think perhaps

that I have not been exercising enough.

There are 4 projects on my work table,

tonight is Book Club,

My Larry has been long gone across town for meetings,

Libby has been throwing up once a day

and

I feel like merde. {excuse my French}

I will close the blog for a few days.

{but please stop by, I will be posting a daily photo or two)

Umbrella Girl 

The sun was shining as she flew into the clouds.

Taking the time to catch up with herself

and 

the ones around her, was a priority.

The jelly bean wishes that she dreamed about at night

might come true after all.

~R~

Do you know that My Larry buys a lot of  jelly beans?

{three bags at a time}

He digs out the black ones and throws them away.

Goodness.

I love The Man.

Me

Happy-Yellow

- robin

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed— and gazed— but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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May your day be happy-yellow as a daffodil.

Love you beyond the garden.

Me