STORY BOOK DAYS THE CRAZY CAT LADY COLORING BOOK

Story Book Days ☆★.٭•:*:•٭.★☆ ☆★.٭•:*:•٭

Every day is a lesson learned. I seriously need to keep a book on computer tech stuff because I tend to forget just about everything I have learned through the years. This morning I searched on creating a watermark and managed to make one in pink for M''s illustration of "E.T." the Cat from the coloring book we are presently working on, "The Crazy Cat Lady Coloring Book".©

We are busy adding coloring pages to our Etsy store every day, working on illustrations, paintings, and writing stories; of course, still working on my snowy quilt, 157 posies from one ball of yarn ( 454g )so far.
"Sleep Walk " ~ is one of several paintings which is part of a story  painted by me

Victorian Roses ~ Finally listed this set on Etsy 

GHOSTALES ~ ETSY SHOP
https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/GHOSTALES

From The Little Vampires With Love ♥️❤️🐾🐾🐾🐾❤️♥️

From The Little Vampires With Love ♥️❤️🐾🐾🐾🐾❤️♥️

When you have two love cats like Bat and Maggie, 
it's very hard not to grab the camera / iPhone and shoot. M took a slew of photos and sent these along to me. I just had to share these sweethearts again, especially today. 

Happy Valentine's Day❣️♥️❤️❤️♥️❤️🐾🐾🐾🐾

Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” Healed the World | Super Bowl XXVII Half...

Michael Jackson’s Super Bowl halftime performance in 1993

CHRISTOPHER PLUMMER 💔 RIP The Sound of Music - Edelweiss (Reprise)

Christopher Plummer RIP 💔 


"My fellow Austrians, I shall not be seeing you again perhaps for a very long time. I would like to sing for you now... a love song. I know you love. I pray that you will never let it die."

I seem to be quite captivated by this fellow ~ The Scarecrow

The Scarecrow

- Walter de la Mare

No filter, just my phone, the garden, the scarecrow and, the sunflowers in the snow.

All winter through I bow my head 

beneath the driving rain;
the North Wind powders me with snow
and blows me black again;
at midnight 'neath a maze of stars
I flame with glittering rime,
and stand above the stubble, stiff
as mail at morning-prime.
But when that child called Spring, and all
his host of children come,
scattering their buds and dew upon
these acres of my home,
some rapture in my rags awakes;
I lift void eyes and scan
the sky for crows, those ravening foes,
of my strange master, Man.
I watch him striding lank behind
his clashing team, and know
soon will the wheat swish body high
where once lay a sterile snow;
soon I shall gaze across a sea
of sun-begotten grain,
which my unflinching watch hath sealed
for harvest once again.