Happy New Year
My house is full of awesome people and very good puppies. Don't know what happened to Lily and Lola but Tyson, the visiting boxer who had surgery during his trip to Iowa, is on drugs.
More about all that later.
But for now...Happy New Year. I went to bed late and woke up in time to greet the morning. Don't know why I'm not exhausted, but the house is so quiet, the sun was crawling up the horizon, and the big Dr. Suessian Christmas Bulbs glowed as attractive bright beacons of happiness, so I grabbed the camera and the laptop and decided to give in to the urge to wax on about a beautiful and peaceful start to a new year.
The picture of the bulbs shows raw wood. More about THAT later, too.
I hope your 2009 is blessed beyond your wildest expectations. A little whimsy, some peace and enough moments of pure beauty that you lose a breath now and again.
