I have the greatest writer friends of all time. Yes, that’s right. I like to brag. Imagine a group of friends who… uh, they all look a little tipsy here but it was just a little sip with dinner I promise…
Anyway, imagine a set of wonderful friends who say, ‘Vicky, you must come with us to our writer fun weekend. We’ll cover your cost.’ I figured, because I’m built so terrific that way, I’d take them up on it, just to please them.
You see the sun here, shining through the trees. There was a lovely, pebbly beach nearby but these trees all around the house they rented in Harstine Island- well, they were of several different varieties, all happy to grow together, and all beautiful. I had to show the picture because that is what my friends are like. You see, here we are again. I’m the entitled brat in the pack- ha ha.
Here is a pot of flowery stuff, that was on the nice deck.
Here’s a nifty shell-wind chime, that looked like a million bucks but didn’t play much of a tune.
And here is the murals I saw in Shelton, Wa. where we went out on the town to have dinner. Note the sun dappling.
And the second… Really cool because I think the sun dappling here is in the shape of a double heart… perfect for how I feel.
The painted cars you see are a reminder for you to run out and find yourself some friends like these!