All the pretty flowers....
I'm going to make a lay out of the beauty that surrounds my yard. My mind is in photo gear; all that I see I think should be a painting, should be snapped and saved, but then there's the chance I wouldn't appreciate it any more. Cherish what there is today, it might never come back. Lays, the necklaces of nature, pure and elegant. Funky and quilted. "Cambra's blanket sounds good to me." Take yourself on a picnic.