A Mish Mash of Gratitude

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This is what I aspire to.

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Where does this photograph take you?

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Myself, I am transported to a magical place.

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I want to write about it (I will).

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I want to learn to use my camera like this (not possible).

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This is the special eye of Lori Graham, aka Loritimesfive.

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I am astonished, over and over,

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by how and what she sees in the world around her.

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Thank you for being my friend, Lori. ♥

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Many of you will remember that Emily Rabbit held an auction on Blogland Lane to raise money, uncharacteristically!, for several worthy causes. I was the lucky duck highest bidder for Marianne's mandala (Karin, I've wanted you to see Marianne's work!)

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My photographs don't in any way do it justice. It is SPECTACULAR. See the little pearls?

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Thank you, Emily's best friend Marianne and my dear friend too. You are amazing and I can't wait to meet up with you this summer!
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Can you even believe the sky could truly be this color? It doesn't last long, but here is a shot of Provincetown by local artist Jeff Lovinger. He and I, along with a dozen other artists including JB, built the Provincetown Artisian Cooperative. Jeff gave me this as a gift when I left town. I finally had it framed, and manoman, I bow to him.

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I did not do this justice and I almost didn't include it in this grateful post for that reason. My favorite watercolorist in the whole world is Caroline Soar, who I also am lucky enough to count as a dear friend. I promise I will show this again some time when my skills and the light are better.
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This arrived in the mail along with a hopeful heart pansy ATC, much to my surprise. Thank you Caroline. You are a treasure. Really. Truly.
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So this is the start of my thank yous this week. I had these all framed at Michael's and they came out fabulously well.
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I probably should end this post now but I can't help moving on to my yard. It brings me such joy this time of year.

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I finished stacking the woodpile, just in time for a delivery of mulch. JB had to help me. There will be crisp dry firewood next winter, not that that's enough. I don't like winter. I do like fires but I don't like winter. But what an accomplishment to get this finally done.

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Lori and Robyn, this is for you. heeheehee

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WRobin, the next five are for you:
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And last: this........

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becomes this.

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I look out my kitchen window and wave to these little flowers who are happy to dance for me.

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Sometimes they wave back.

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Happy weekend dear friends.

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If you've made it all the way to the end of this post, thank you for the privilege (a borrowed beloved saying from the ever present beloved Renee)

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Love

kj

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who is also grateful to break bread with friends....

including my dearest most special Studio Lolo,

who sat at my table while

i squealed with delight.