Monday, November 16, 2009

Daisy, Gypsies, Hot Air

1. Sweet, little daisy growing by the roadside. Didn't anyone tell you it's November?
2. Tess invites me upstairs to see her dolls. Tonight they are gypsies, clothed in scarves and skirts and beads. Their bunk bed is transformed into a gypsy caravan. We are never too old to play with dolls.
3. I stand over the heater vent where the warm air blows on my feet and legs.

1 comment:

  1. A daisy by the roadside in November? How beautiful. It's a gift!