friday follies

The weed, part II. I forgot to mention that I did fear the "vase" would be knocked over by the cross breeze, a student, or most likely, my klutzy self, and with disastrous results, but that I felt it was more important to display the treasure for awhile before moving it to a safer spot.

Yep, I totally forgot to move it.

My morning opener: Buddha knocks the "vase" over with his gargantuan schoolbag, and there is a swimming pool open for business on my desk.

Foreground: My poor little Nutshell Library, recovering. Background: My planner, drying.

Argh.