The other day Jenna came stumbling toward my desk with a pained look of horror on her face...."Has she stubbed her toe?" I wondered as my eyes followed her forward trajectory toward my desk.

Imagine my amazement when she confessed  the object of her incredulity --- the prize that had become mine a few days earlier.....

For the remainder of the day occasional low moans emanated from the other side of the wall.  That someone in the office sported a purse worthy only of the queen of bags---cheap but high-end in appearance, shape, color---utterly intolerable!!


See the tiny little volunteer that sprang from seeds left by the birds of the winter....

This iron owl absorbs the sunlight of the day and radiates colors through the night, a Mothers' Day gift to Nana from Bud......

                   
















 Tribute to Papa...his pretty little  vincas....

Love you TTMAB.