Hair, Sunset, Spring
Light in the hair of a redhead. Sunset painted the sky so many lovely shades. Apricot blooms… white against the golden sunset.
Light in the hair of a redhead. Sunset painted the sky so many lovely shades. Apricot blooms… white against the golden sunset.
Lunch was the question. Yes, the answer. The yellow-orange in my hair made her think of a ‘Gallo’… but I’m sure she meant it as a compliment. Making plans. Concerts. Trips. The future.
Finding my mojo after months. Camera in hand, tree as a background. Convertible weather. Top down. New shades to debut. So glad mum picked them for me. Great company. Not something found easily.
Convertible weather… so top down, off we go! A visit to a church that wasn’t built for the glory of God. A wrong turn took us to a part that I’ve never seen. The views – glorious. The symmetry – divine. The size – breathtaking. I’ll raise a glass once he’s gone! There to the […]
Another strong woman passed over. Her kids are such wonderful human beings. She did well. Being there for a friend like he was there for me. I hope I made a difference. Black velvet. Some promises should be broken especially for a such a profound event.
Black truffle flavoured potato chips. Slowing down & taking care of myself. A series that managed to get my attention. Especially the start.
The song J sang for the Ash Wednesday mass. Moving. A smile from the priest on seeing me at church. Not going to service alone. Such pleasure.
Several different, difficult changes. So glad it worked perfectly. Stopping at a different pet shop in town and being amazed by it’s size and variety. I might get me a birdhouse. The aroma of Anglo-Indian Roast. hmmm….
Returned to Church after several weeks. Felt good to get rid of the anger and see the compassion of God instead. A gauntlet was thrown over migas. Challenge accepted. Spring has sprung. Loved parking little Dhano right under a fully blooming almond tree.
A pep talk from my hairdresser on how to get on with my life. Her joy at seeing my hair coloured and her promise to wear the same colour. Hair of Gold! I’ll remember that. Kids singing picnic songs while linking arms and walking along.