The twirling to the ground is glorious and oh so brief. Tiny dancers freed, falling to their rooted place of resting, to be reborn in the spring.
Whatever your season, I hope you have time to twirl to your own tune. I will be around for a bit then I am unplugging for a few days. I appreciate you all so very much and I don’t just mean those who stop by for a visit w/or without comment, I mean everyone sharing their creativity in a world that does not always see or support all the effort (and courage too) that goes into individual expression. Be well. Michele