She calls it the rosy dress because she likes to spin around in it and sing “Ring around the rosie.” Her hair is on the other side of her head, in a ponytail. She likes it on the side so it tickles her ear and she can see it in the mirror. But she wants a haircut…
What a pensive shot, the light is lovely on her face. This might sound silly but my dogs get this look sometimes. I call it “the eyes of the ages.” You can well imagine the breadth of human thought and experience in those wise, deep eyes.
She is saying “Look at this gorgeous day, I wish Mom would use her Tarot Journal and show Judy some pictures of the Tarot of the Absurd with thoughtful commentary.”
Sigh. It is a gorgeous day. People are asking if I will ever finish that book and, you know, I got so close to finishing it a year and a half ago and never finished the last 8 chapters and my brain abdicated. I wish Mom would use her Tarot Journal, too.
I don’t see any rose. Where’s the rose? Where’s Iris’ hair gone?
Sigh.
She calls it the rosy dress because she likes to spin around in it and sing “Ring around the rosie.” Her hair is on the other side of her head, in a ponytail. She likes it on the side so it tickles her ear and she can see it in the mirror. But she wants a haircut…
What a pensive shot, the light is lovely on her face. This might sound silly but my dogs get this look sometimes. I call it “the eyes of the ages.” You can well imagine the breadth of human thought and experience in those wise, deep eyes.
She is saying “Look at this gorgeous day, I wish Mom would use her Tarot Journal and show Judy some pictures of the Tarot of the Absurd with thoughtful commentary.”
Dang, that kid is smart.
Sigh. It is a gorgeous day. People are asking if I will ever finish that book and, you know, I got so close to finishing it a year and a half ago and never finished the last 8 chapters and my brain abdicated. I wish Mom would use her Tarot Journal, too.
Iris is so lovely.