From Parkridge in sweet Knoxy

The air is cool this morning.  This sort of weather makes me feel hopeful and expectant.

 The chickens thought my yellow painted pedicure was food.  I had to flee their yard to save myself 

The chickens thought my yellow painted pedicure was food.  I had to flee their yard to save myself 

I can't believe that it's time to pull out jackets and we're still not home.

 studio notes

studio notes

Feeling grateful all the same and continuing to let things go.