Today I was thankful for Monday. A fresh start to a new week.
A foggy morning . . .
with the sun trying it's best to break through;
Plants hanging heavy with dew . . .
that were prettier than any jewels.
We live in a strange area. One week we're in the negative digits with 6 inches of snow and the next, we're wearing short sleeves and tromping through the mud.
My little guy was busy this morning, too.
I swear the kid can tear up ANYTHING. But as this photo shows . . . apparently he has his purposes in doing so. He took the wheels off of his semi, and used them to make a "bigger" train. I can't say the child isn't creative! And speaking of creative . . .
today I focused on my retreat. And I started out with my 12x12 papers.
I worked most of the day on a pile that measured approximately 1 foot 4 inches. I'm ALMOST done. Another hour and I should have them all in color order and filed away in their appropriate places. WHEW! I've also lost at LEAST four inches off the pile, by purging. Is that angels I hear singing in the background?
Well . . . hubby probably doesn't think so at this point. He decided to let Bayleigh use her face paint on him, while he worked on his homework. I don't believe a lot of homework got done at this stage in the painting. All I can say is . . . I'm glad it was him and not me!