Ink colors my fingers, And glitter coats my hair.
My craft room’s like a crime scene With Copics everywhere.
I seem to’ve lost my scissors
I should clean, but where to start? It really doesn’t bother me ‘cause my heart is in my art.
Wendy and I enjoyed nicer temps today and took our dog, Wilson, for a walk. We had just passed a tree and happened to look back at it. There was a huge hole just the right size for a squirrel in which to spend his quarantine time. It took me several attempts before I actually saw the critter, and took a quick pic with my phone. Can you spot him? The photo below will help:
He's as snug as a bug in a rug, as my Gram would say. Maybe he's riding out the pandemic like us humans?