Picture this. A giant gumball machine. We’re talking HUGE. I’m in it thrashing about. Up to my neck in fluorescent gumballs. You don’t know if you should call for back-up. My head’s thrown back. I’m grinning. I’m braying at something. Possibly a neon yellow moon. Or hot pink sun. Don’t call.
It’s spring. In Los Angeles. Birds are singing non-stop. The sun is warm, but not hot. One of the buds on my lemon tree opened. You know… into a FLOWER. A lemon flower people! It is the most intensely fragrant magnificent smelling itty bitty perfume factory in the entire world.
I know how nauseating too much enthusiasm can be, but playing in this little journal has been so…so…g o o d. Color & pattern. Trying out ideas. Row row row your boat…
And now for a total change of pace. The Hurt Locker. Netflix has it. I ordered it a couple of days ago and watched it last night. Riveting. So glad it won best picture! Big surprise: Evangeline Lilly from Lost is in it towards the end. And Ralph Fiennes. Who knew?