...in a blue state of mind

morning broke and the weary bohemian arose from the wrong side of the bed... how blue the mountain was...as though matching her dark mood... she read these words by the poet robert southey: "Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue." "hmmmm," she grumped. there in her daily journal she found evidence of another blue monday...

and still MORE blues....

then the blue fairy page made her smile once again... it always had that effect on her mouth.

and yet another blue fairy, this one plotting mischeif in the midst of her blue garden. the quote reads: "her flowers were exclusive blue,

no other color scheme would do...

"i promise never to dress like my Great Aunt Ethel."

don't forget to create today ! BE ART.