Flying high above. Flying out of darkness. Flying toward warmth.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
In spite of the constant updates and chatter on the news the prompt for this week's illustration took me back to the breakfast table of long ago. Oatmeal had been served up to my dismay. There were raisins in the grey mixture, contaminating the stuff in the bowl. While I was suffering over that the parental hand was liberally sprinkling wheat germ all over the place. That was then. Now I actually like oatmeal and wheat germ is not so bad either.