
My mother and my brother tell me that when i was a little girl i would pick up leaves and put them in my little purse...along with rocks and, i suppose, anything and everything else i thought lovely...that is, in fact, what i still do. :o)
If you are willing, you should try it. if you see something that catches your eye, stop and pick it up. put it in your front pocket, your back pocket, wallet, or even your purse...behind the ear? well, you'll forget about it, but when you find it again, you will also find a smile stretch across your face. it was, indeed, worth feeling a little strange; a grown-up bending down awkwardly to pick up a little nothing...you find that it is a something...and you really really like it.
Above: Doesn't it look like a painting worth a million bucks? I have the only one of it's kind. Priceless! Original! Straight from it's Originator.
And it's mine!
aaaaand...stiraphone birds while at work today...
2 comments:
i love this post...especially the way you spelled styrofoam...it seems almost unintentional...i love the different birds
stiraphone...yeah...stiraphone
i googled it...
wait...let me google yours: styrofoam
hmmm...they both exsist...
:)
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