I was sleeping in, after the late night partiers laughed until after midnight. More noises from the square sounded like chairs being put away, shuffling. I got up for a peek. Ah, the farmers’ market! Not only will I get my petite dejeuner, but I will shop for something to cook for supper. Of courseContinue reading “This Morning”
Reader, you can follow some of the visual and verbal delight of my retirement trip by going to the next post below. This trip marked the change from full time/over time teacher and consultant to retired person turning her laundry room into a studio. Intending to be a writer-who-writes and an artist-who-draws-and-paints.