My last stone must be my thanks to Kaspa and Fiona for inspiring us all.
Each small stone opens our eyes on a bigger, more interesting world!
My last small thing I choose to see is a small reflection of me – in the back of a spoon. I am warped. I am upside down. I remain me.
The last but one.
The penultimate.
The previous.
The prior.
Each small stone makes The River run higher!
Today I see my dreamcatcher. It has cobwebs on it. I try not to take this as a sign.
Three stones to go! Will my offerings become more interesting… or simply more banal?
Today’s observation is of a painting. I created it. I still rather like it. Unusual!
A pair of lampshades. More expensive than most. They came flatpacked and had to be built. Now, all I do is sit and stare at the bit that’s broken on the one on the left. My inability to build is illuminated every day!
I sit in the same armchair and use the same cushion every day. The cat sits on a blanket on my lap. He’s a bit like a cushion too. It’s very cosy. It makes me feel at home.
Please; can someone go and get some WD40 and stop that damn door squeeking!
Shelves; good or bad? Without shelves we would all be a lot less organized but have far fewer possessions.
My husband’s shoes trip me up whenever I come through the door. They lie in untidy heaps in the porch and smell bad. I hope I never have to live a day without my porch being full of my husband’s smelly shoes.
How is it that a good chef can take the same ingredients and make it taste THAT much better?
Don’t you just love riding on a train? It doesn’t matter how old you are - train travel is exciting… for the first ten minutes at least.
