"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin

Monday, December 1, 2008

I also love red !!!

the woman in the front is talking about old women...she's showing a video, where you can see two old grand-mothers having good time in the garden !!!!


Laughing Stone said...

They do look like they are having fun. I love the grandmother on the swing.

Prairie Star said...

Ahhhhh, my dear big sister, you have been busy!! I, too, enjoyed this picture and am smiling at them...and you!

Late by a couple days, but still loving you all the same. Hoping all is well in your world.

Lovin' twinkles,

blessed said...

i have visited your blog. it's so cute.