Thursday, April 2, 2009



I don't mean to complain about the pervasive, spitting clouds and the soggy, brown ground and the wind and the barren trees. But I am. I kindof wish I were this toucan. I bet he's warm and close to a beach.

3 comments:

Elisa said...

Me too. This weather totally blows.

Anonymous said...

At least you can write prose about it...and very well written prose it is. Your April 1 entry was great. Fiction or biographical..please write:)
Oh, a recommendation for another adoption book:

No Greater Love ed by Pamela Krueger. I give it a 3+ on a scale of 5. Would love to see what you think. See you on Monday

love.boxes said...

I hope the sun is out soon, I need to go for a walk. :)