The dialogue:
Mum, will I really be just like you one day?
Not quite, son.
Why not?
Well son, you put down your roots where they just weren’t wanted and now you have to live with the consequences. Don’t fret about it though you’re gorgeous just the way you are and you’re not alone.
My father-in-law used to be a Harris Tweed weaver and it was common for the “wastage” to be made into blankets for the weaver’s home. We were given one of these blankets but after moths discovered it the blanket began to fray in patches all over. It’s now useless but I can’t throw it out.
Driving out to a family celebration tonight I managed to snap this city silhouette from the car window.
I came across this beautiful little fungi while Geocaching in Kuitpo Forest, South Australia . I’ve tried to identify it with no luck so if you can tell me its name I’d be delighted.
I took my cue from Natalia and this week have posted several different textures all found around home this afternoon.
Nature tends not to display rigid zigzags but here are my zigzag edges.
snaphappi 