This shadow on the bathroom wall caught my eye early this morning.
Love reading on cold days.
Spending time in the art room is also a favorite activity.
Home is a good place to be.
Love reading on cold days.
Every November I enjoy filling a girl and a boy shoebox for Operation Christmas Child. I always wonder who will receive the boxes.
The trees are turning golden. Love to witness this change every year.
Though a bit chilly in the mornings I put on a jacket and walk for exercise. The shadows remind me of that childhood poem "My Shadow" by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all."
(Verse 2 of the poem)