Friday, December 30, 2011

It is a mild 50 degrees outside this morning here at home. Kitten Yarn and the kids are off at a sleepover. It is still dark out as I type this post. Mom is asleep.
It is a good morning; good being my favorite adjective. To me it has more meaning than being a good adjective; mentally it had a place there long before we understood the parts of speech or the proper use of language; it was an emotion built by a human being sound and expression; we later added the smile to painting.
It is quiet and peaceful here.

Our Christmas Cactus is blooming.

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