Fog is winter's grace, here.  I love the fog--

In the valley,

In the hills above the vineyards, 

I love the fog on the river,

And especially along the seacoast...

                          I love the way it wraps everything in shades of pearl.

 

and cushions the world's sharp edges...

 

And brings the small craft closer home, 

Sunset.  Vespers                  .

 

                         The gulls and I have found our peace, tending toward silence.

                                                                        

 

May your week be filled with loving peace,

   Bupu

I’m alive—I think…Wow.

This is my first post this year. No wonder I’m going into blogging withdrawal.

I hope all of you are having a wonderful 2007 so far. To those of you whose comments and pm’s I have not answered, PLEASE accept my abject apologies. I will make it up to you as soon as I can.

As for my new year, it came on like gangbusters. I was prepared for once: My post-Christmas cooking binge left the family stocked with meals and desserts for the entire winter. Fortunately, on New Years’ Day, I had given myself a low-maintenance haircut—one of those that is the height of fashion among the severely retarded and the criminally insane. I prudently broke all my New Year’s resolutions immediately, so that was out of the way.

Despite having work knock on the door of my house this morning during breakfast
I’M TAKING A DAY OFF, my first this year.

Without further ado, I’m going to catch up on my fellow Streamers. I’ve missed you all.

I love you,
Bupu