The only new, blue flower amidst fall colors
Survived transplanting, Sandy and a Nor’easter.
Makes me forget I’m exercising…
I am a wordsmith, a fiber artist, a yogi, and a high energy, ball of fire. My glass is always half full, and I always have fifteen tasks ongoing simultaneously. Authority figures are not my friends, and I seldom color within the lines. I tend to “nest” in my cocoon-like home.