It could not be any yuckier outside. Its rain-snowing, cold, wet, gray, drizzley, dismal. So I'm self-medicating by painting flowers.
dets...
This one will be expanded upon somehow someway.
I read this quote yesterday mere minutes after I came in from outside holding the sweetest little perfect bluebird feather. When I picked it up I couldn't help but admire how perfect it was. "Undamaged by the elements."
These little plants needed some pen. Better, right?
Yes, remembering to snap pictures along the way is proving to be more difficult than I expected. I did manage to get one...
These wonky imaginary flowers are keeping me sane. Very very sane.
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