Once jeweled toned mums, now, bitter skelatal stalks. Colourness in February's garden. Shrouded Roots, latent as deities. Await ascension towards, Illuminated heavans. CP copyright 2003

Very, very pretty. Thank you Chriscarol. This gives me hope that Maine will SOON get rid of this crazy new layer of snow that we have been receiving the past couple of days! Huggers! Kleeo

WHEW, chris! NI-I-I-I-I-C-E. Ditto, Kleeo. Another Mainer awaiting ascension....

Loved that, Chris!

Thanks guys, appreciate it. Just a journal entry, with a touch of revision. Does resemble New England, huh?

Oy , I meant colourless, though. Although, at 3 am last night, after an evening of familial fakery, I'm cutting myself some slack. Screw perfection.

God, how the sensitivity slams, during this transition.

Perfection, where are you Leanne??? I remember your time capsule, which you buried along with the deception, that we as human beings can ever attain perfection. Growth, not always easy. Rebirth is painful.

Remember what Bette said Chris.... Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose. ....and remember, sometimes it doesn't have to be "painful".... it just needs to be uncovered. YOU are the rose my friend.