I had a bad few months so here’s the positive bits. 


A seed packet arrived from friend Clay. And the seeds are working. Al was stung by a bee so …😍


Yes- fun was had. See the colored specks?


This guy. 


The aforementioned fun. My grandson’s hand. 


Look at my colorful lifeline!


Part of my latest collage art. 


A remembrance wreath. 


Kisses from the Strawberry Field. I ate this and it was tasty. 


Portion of an unfinished painting. 


RIP Howie 8/15/1962 to 6/15/2005


Some pictures I found of me on horses. 


This guy again. 

The only predictable thing about loving a person who’s mentally ill is that you can count on their behavior being unpredictable. 

Mothers often act from the heart instead of the head. I’m not yet sure if that’s a positive because these past few months have almost done me in. 

I’m not sure I can be any other way though. 




🙄