Thursday, May 7, 2015


Quite the wait until this beauty & her sister arrived.  Tonight I will crown a wedge of brie with her.
Once I wrote a poem, "Who are you when you eat a nasturtium."  Perhaps it's best that I can't find her.

Peppery color on brie in my future.

1 comment:

  1. Cp #233

    Existing entrances giving over to the eventual abstract:
    fortune fairly put

    innuendo of circumstances
    on a palette of old paintings
    disaster in the dormitory

    fireworks last night kept us all up