A field of wild daisies near my home.
Thursday is upon us and that means a few things to me; It means I'll rise with the sun and pop off to work with a song, because the world keeps turning and people need us. (Who needs you today? Cause that includes YOU.) It means I'll start a new book today. I'll listen to this song a few times. Cause I love it.
Does Thursday have a scent? I think Thursday smells like naturally aged Indian sandalwood, with a hint of Moroccan rose. (It's got to smell good! . It's the day before Friday after all.)
Now some sharings (internet flower pickin's);
Want to watch a stylish old French film? (Love her hair! She does too, combing it as much as she does.)
This is one expensive restaurant bill!
A place to exhibit your photography. Free.
Go have yourselves a joyous one, embrace those who embrace you, kiss those who kiss you, and praise those who need it.
EDIT; I know the *new* Typepad has its niggles. (Don't you love that word?) Anyway, I've become addicted to following. Now I'm finding all these glorious writers and blogs...who knew? What a pot-of-gold at the end of the rainbow! Go get your free profile...then you too can follow along. Such fun! :)