Last night I was idly sketching, thinking about friendships past and present. How some people quickly cross paths and some for longer journeys. There was a certain poem I was looking as I thought about all those relationships and how some had faded away or even cut away. I came across the following poem…
The Bellair Craft Fair was wonderful! What was it that was so great? Was it the weather? Absolutely not, it was freezing. And Sunday was colder than Saturday. On Sunday I actually had on socks and tennis shoes (those that really know me are in shock – I really only love wearing flip flops),…