My mother took it further - she is an artist, but a messy one. She spills paint on her paintings all the time. Each spilled blob of paint becomes a flower, or leave, or insect, or... It just becomes part of her painting.
So, in short, if life hands you lemons, make lemonade!
Thanks Now I understand why I can't dance. I stumble hehe
Thanks Gerry, looks like how I feel in the mornings. It's been glorious here for our Autumn, very warm, blue skies, stunning days and you just want to dance like no-one is watching you! Trev and I went down to the beach yesterday morning for breakfast at 7.30am and it was just glorious. Crystal clear waters and whales going up the coast to the birthing grounds way up north. Love Chris
sounds lovely, whished I could join you. I was in swimmingpool ( open air and cold water) at 6.45 this morning( well every morning) and went by bicycle , nature is beautiful early in the morning..... Have a great weekend :)