honoriartist

The efflux of the Soul is happiness -- here is happiness;
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times;
Now it flows unto us -- we are rightly charged.
Walt Whitman

I am watering the dry Texan leaves of grass in the font yard. My day's to do list is on a handpainted post card. When all is done I will put a stamp on it and send it to a mail artist.