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Black Wallpaper




As a child I was keenly aware of being different,
I realised this when I accompanied my mum and older sister to view a vacant house that my sister was about to move into.

The conversation went something like this ~
"of course that black wallpaper will have to go,
I couldn't live with it, whoever put that on has a strange taste".

I loved the black flowered wallpaper, I didn't
see why they would want to swap it for boring old stripes!

They said I had a vivid imagination, that I'd make good on the stage,
I suppose they were right,
my imagination fiills
the inner and outer worlds of my Paradise!

On the agenda this week ~
My daughter in-law Karen's birthday today
My birthday mid week (shush !)
Stainsby Folk Festival next weekend (takes place in the fields behind my house)
Family and friends meet baby fox, Connie Mae!
Going to be busy busy!!

BTW  We have a family of Mallards on the new pond,
my love counted 9 chicks,
and one Heron hovering
nearby, Oh I can't
look!!!


Visit 
the meme that gathers
beautiful glimpses of 
Paradise

Comments

carol l mckenna said…
Wonderful post and photos ~ Thanks for being you ~ thanks, ^_^ (A Creative Harbor)
16 July 2012 at 02:03
rebecca said…
dear remarkable you,
we speak the same language and only miles separate us. in truth we are attached as close as breathing.
i "see" you.
and the world is a better place for having you in it!

xoxoxoxoxox
16 July 2012 at 02:16
Fran aka Redondowriter said…
You were always an artist it sounds like. I love how you depict what black wallpaper could become. Have fun during your busy week.
16 July 2012 at 02:52
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