Projects Make Me Smile

        Some sort of genetic , code created chromosome in me- bequeathed by my parents- has me constantly thinking of and planning projects.

        Most , requiring physical labor, are best described as ‘working hard in my house’, or ‘working hard in my yard’.

        One of last week’s projects involved re-doing a small side yard.

        Now when I walk through there I can breathe.  I found the prettiest periwinkle blue I could (at WalMart, in Cobalt- a misleading name).  I also added some simple plants, a bench, and I am going to add white twinkle lights.

         I placed a turquoise bird, that I found at one of my favorite stores, Vida (in McAllen) on a piece of limestone.  This space is about peace and color and self-sufficiency.

        I didn’t enjoy walking through this space before, but now I do.

        I could never do a tutorial on painting.  I just sling.  I get it everywhere, but I am smiling while I am doing it.

        One more project completed- a million more to do.  That really makes me smile.

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