Sunday, April 6, 2008



Sweet Irene said...

The monarch is almost a memory here. The snows of Moscow have nearly wiped it out and another winter shower will obliterate it completely.

But wait, maybe it is emerging from a field of blue skies with fluffy white clouds. You should have your imagination checked at the door before you enter here.

Sweet Irene said...

That remark is not at all what I meant to say. What I meant was, that you should have your imagination very much intact here. I.o.w. check to make sure it is in working order. Does that clarify it? I sure hope so, because I felt I put my foot in it.

Anonymous said...

Ohhhhh, this is john's subconscious and I took your first comment as a compliment, my dear Irene. You are most kind. My best.