My beauty is hidden. Mainly below layers of winter clothing since it is freezing in this hemisphere currently. Even if it wasn’t , my beauty is rarely to be seen. You need magic goggles, ( my husband has some)
I don’t see pictures when I read. This mainly saddens me, since I adore reading and have lived vicariously through books since the alphabet made sense. I think seeing pictures against what is read must be thrilling. My internal reality is blind.
Trees are my friends. No, really. I mean this most sincerely. This will separate my readership. One party will be determined of my lunacy, the other party will embrace my sagacity. Which are you?
I am oversensitive, to everything. Particularly during periods of flare. So don’t touch me, and speak quietly. I regularly jump roughly eight feet into the air and drop crockery when someone enters the kitchen. Very wasteful.
I am and am not an alien. Depending on where you stand.
I can’ count. Hopeless with numbers. See ,
Nominations for Beautiful Blogger to the following. Please don’t feel obliged to meet the stringent criteria for the aforementioned. If you are a secret agent you will not want to reveal anything. But if you are not, hey , spread the love. I swear its not too onerous, you blog don’t you?
There are more and more blogs I love reading, but I have to go and catch a train. Don’t be miffed if you’re not in the count.