Pretty in Pink

(my palest, pinkest, sweet peas)

My days have seemed to color themselves rouge. I'm caught up in pale petals and blushing cloud bellies. Oh, but I'm not bemoaning. In fact, I welcome this burst of rosy loveliness in my life. Perhaps I'm looking more closely for this pretty bit of blush within my moments; perhaps it's looking for me. No matter. I'm happy it's here and will work with its gifts as much as it allows me too.

A little bush of unknown name, all cried out it seems.

Perfectly pretty cupcake I'd eaten.
I felt like a doll pretending to be a little girl pretending to be a lovely lady at tea.
If you can imagine that...

Toodles...