I wanted to write about Paris today, but am stuck in bed with a nasty head cold. When it began , I felt as if there was a furry creature in my lower throat… perhaps a gerbil?
but the gerbil morphed into harangues of coughing, sneezing, and a nose worthy of three boxes of tissues.
More on Paris another day.
A potpourri of emotions
To Every Thing There Is A Season
.....and nurturing my soul
Reading, writing, and ruling on the written word
Joan Leotta's Encouraging Words through pen and performance--Interviews with Editors
food for the body; food for the soul
connecting the dots of my life
The Greater Garden of Nature
About fantastical places and other stuff
Consult the genius of the place
Enjoy the good things in life ~ you can always clean tomorrow!
Living the second part of the sentence
Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams
opinions, plants and animals
we do what we like and we like what we do
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page. - Saint Augustine
Life in progress
