tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516981370944429061.post1692359407777309138..comments2024-01-05T00:18:46.879-06:00Comments on Head on down the highway: Painting and Poem "Greener Glasses"Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02033083098270042089noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516981370944429061.post-64517754357740779132010-10-11T11:44:21.551-05:002010-10-11T11:44:21.551-05:00My goodness, Nancy! "slices
of measured time...My goodness, Nancy! "slices<br />of measured time that will again<br />require another lime." You somehow both quenched my thirst and whetted my appetite for more! You are so talented; I love your blog and paintings!Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052563250477182078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516981370944429061.post-63952912575671622342010-09-20T00:59:05.830-05:002010-09-20T00:59:05.830-05:00Beautiful!!! you are now speaking my language...th...Beautiful!!! you are now speaking my language...that is what Emily Dickinson should have said to her brother, Austin, when he began writing poems...instead she complained that he was "getting into her business." Can't wait to see...read the next one!!! ILYTDave Parsonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04448216394977806810noreply@blogger.com