There was a time, I believe … when I knew what flower it was I was painting. Sadly, that
There was a time, I believe … when I knew what flower it was I was painting. Sadly, that time has passed, and I can no longer remember its name. It has a tulip-y look to it, though it’s clearly not a tulip … The way I see it, if “a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet,” then a flower without a name could still be as beautiful, yes? Sure, we’ll go with that. Because the mighty Hazelsaurus devoured all my brains and I simply lack the mental fortitude to figure out what the HECK this flower is. . Speaking of said child, she decided to teach us a lesson in gratitude today. Oh, yes. We put her down to sleep, per her usual, at which point she proceeded to COMPLETELY SKIP her nap. No nap. Like ZERO sleeps. I could almost hear her: “You’re complaining about 30 minute naps? Okay, then. Try this on for size, suckers. I’ll sleep for ZERO minutes.” What’re a couple of tired parents to do but ship her off to her grandparents for the day. That’s right, people. I’m completely Hazel-less. ZERO HAZELS. . . . . . . -- source link