Some patches of sky, some skies of patch. They seem to be going their own ways.
This one has been starred, un-starred, and on the way to being re-starred (the computer wants to make it "restored").
Blue lands from the skies any minute . . . I've stitched, rearranged, paced, fiddled, and even dusted a little of the day away. . . waiting . . . Three days of Blue, and all of us together . . . that is what I'm giving thanks for this holiday.
He's landed! Toodle-loo!
Wishing you all peace-filled days. ox, Hazel
