Silk Underwear

Siuslaw River ~ East

The winds had died down, the hail had ceased, and the rains were no longer beating my window. The sun crisp on the water caused sparkles of diamond droplets with the morning clouds whispering across the foothills like silk underwear...
Is that possible? The Lord made silk underwear for the foothills... LOL, I crack myself up.

"I Feel Fat Today"

Garden ~ Prineville, Oregon

During the summer peak, the plump colors pop off the world's canvas. A change looms on the horizon, while the leaves drop and flowers die, a grey-brown with black tones starts to wash over the yard. It is the beginning of renewing. The end of a Season has to occur for new growth, no matter how painful.

Winter is like one of my, "I feel fat days" and I love my grey-brown, blacks, to give my mind that feeling of wow... I am so slim today.