...Flowers Feed The Soul...

I have flowers on my table to keep my mind at peace

The Windmills Of Your Mind

Like a circle in a spiral,
Like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning reel,
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon,
Like a carousel that's turning,
Running rings around the moon,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping,
Past the minutes on it's face,
And the world is like an apple,
Whirling silently in space,
Like the circles that you find...

(Alan Bergman and Michel Jean Legrand)

It's Cold Out There...

...in more ways than one.

It seems people can be cold too.

Warm nights around the fire, with warm blankets and lovers entwined, I am reminded of this when I look at the photograph.

It's A Hard Hand To Hold

"It's a hard hand to hold that is looking for control.
It is tempting to fight when you know that you're right.
It's hard to lie down when you don't trust the ground.
It is hard to hold on... It's hard to hold on"

Willie Mason

(S.P including B.F's hand and my own - it is a hard hand to hold)

Kilbarchan

Too Obvious?... But It's Snow!

Demi

...and it's all her own

(My most recent cousin in all hair glory!)

Sinister Steve

He's A Sinister Cat