Conversations, it seems like I had a million conversations in my head last week. I spoke to people, the clouds, the cats, the dead. I dreamed terribly last night about strangers, wicked scenery, a cpr and places you can visit without knowing how you got there. I blame my nights shifts. They totally upset me.
From top to down:
Visit from a furry three legged hesitating snoop right after the concrete of our basement was poured| Tomatoes going great on my attic | Taking a pause from Keynote and going for my first Fair Isle: Fethaland by Gudrun Johnston.