Winter has taken a severe turn in my neighborhood. We don't have bitter cold, or even snow, but the landscape has turned awkward and sharp edged.
My mind is drifting somewhere over the rainbow where bluebirds fly. Where the yellow brick road meets the Emerald City.
My fairytale needs fairies and flowers today, and a bit of lace. The tinkle and chime of tea cups will drown out the wind, and shake off the chill, and I'll wander down the rose filled lane of a different season for awhile. . . .
I hope you're enjoying your weekend reveries!