Layers of ice
The lack of December snow has stalled my festive spirit. I didn’t make wreaths or a garland and the ice has kept me from trekking where I’d like to in the park. Without the white blanket there’s no charm to the cold. Things are just frigid and bleak. I am in need of a vivarium.
Same frands, same makeup, same party, one year apart (but it looks like I’ve aged a decade? rude)
I consolidated some plants when the Christmas tree arrived and now relaxing in the dining room is the best seat in the house
Why are you sitting on my pillow, friend? What is this madness.