125/365.
126/365. "Guys, why are we SO good-looking?"
127/365. In my department's office. Coloring is prima.
128/365. One of my contesserates made crowns out of these blossoms when she was little, I think.
129/365. Thoughtlessly carrying around a saltshaker. My group member: "Is that DRUGS?
I: "Yes, I am carrying thousands of dollars worth of cocaine loose at the bottom of my bag."
130/365.
131/365. My friend deals with boy-induced pain/rage by burning him in effigy.
132/365. Stuck my camera-hand down into a thicket of happy planty things.
133/365. A reunion of my old small group (Bible study amigas).
134/365. Leaving Chicago.
135/365. I felt crafty once, that one time.
136/365. Remember the days?
There was a gigantic forsythia bush near my house when I was a child, and I distinctly remember how yellow it was.
ReplyDeleteQ - Is that forsythia? I do not know plants, especially out in the Middle West.
ReplyDelete::Likes plane mirror pictures::
ReplyDeleteShawn Elyse - Thanks :)
ReplyDeleteYes'm. That is a forsythia. Not to be confused with witch hazel, which I became acquainted with this year.
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