Monday, June 17, 2013

Fire Bad, Tree Pretty

If you're a Buffy fan you'll be able to identify the title of this post as a joke from an episode where Buffy is so scrambled by the episode's experiences that all she can really say is, "Fire bad, tree pretty." I'm about there right now. I have words. They are backed up. And, you know what? That's ok. I'm working on some pictures I took and I'm yearning to buy a couple of art supplies so I can paint while feeling guilty that I'm not singing more but letting myself be blocked from that by technical issues.

Isn't "Fire bad, tree pretty" better than that mess?

Here's something else pretty. More to come.



  1. Gosh, I hear ya, sis. I have words, too. Also, yarn, and dirt and plant seeds and - those weird lists of things in categories I haven't named yet, usually on envelopes, and it all feels like a great surge of good, made out of a substance someone else can identify. And perhaps mail-order me some of, so I can move it along...

    Tree pretty!