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Today's fav's were: :thumb149657213: :thumb97666480: :thumb157744554: :thumb159838061: :thumb155179514: :thumb125550281: :thumb161220278: :thumb156457852: :thumb158080113: :thumb161498516: :thumb161920364: :thumb161257122: :thumb105054547: :thumb89259547: :thumb156503521: And favourite blossom from the Blossoms collection: :thumb53280640:

We're in the midst of the school holidays.  Spring has done its springing and sprung a nice surprise by bringing us a sunny day.  I sat in the park and soaked in it, washing away the work morning, munching my way through a plastic container of spinach and feta ravioli. A ridiculous number of variously aged children stood loudly in line.  Sixty four of them.  I counted.  Eleven teenaged minders struggled to organise and keep order.  I watched them for a while and searched out the oddballs for entertainment.  One small boy quacked at me for a while.  I wanted to quack back but my mouth was full.  And also, I suppose, because I'm too old to qua

Sleepless.  Again.  Spiralling thoughts swarming into an endless vortex of images, impressions, conversations, real and imagined. Desperately wishing to simplify the daily grind.  The rats will win this race.  The mice just want to hide in their hole and eat cheese.  Were it a 9 to 5 I would have the evenings to myself to release the mental hounds, but, it's a 6 to 8, and that's a long, barren day.  My thoughts finally become my own when it's time to give them up completely, and then they're relentlessly straining through the fabric of sleep-fog, seeking escape and expression. Creativity explodes if unreleased.  Last time it exploded all ov