The first narcissus (narcissi?) of spring are growing outside my house. I still have memories of Massachusetts, the garden where they drew knee-high to me (when I was much smaller), with their long necks and pale yellow chiffon petals.
Heh. poetic, much?
Well, I'm not much for flowers, but they're pretty. I like the leaves best, succulent green, the sort of spring-flavoured green earth and flake white with yellow ochre that manages not to be an earth colour, somehow. Buh-zzare.
Erm. I'm still doing rubbish sketches. I got the Vetinari eyebrow-lift perfectly, but still can not manage Sybil for the life of me.
Bah.
My destiny calls, and I go.
Or is that the carpool?
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