Rona2, Anti-Depression Posies


Sitting in brown skies is getting to me…
Had to stop drawing fires skies and move to posies…
They lift the spirit to doodle them…

 


Making my own field up,
flowers that won’t grow together
and oh they make me happy.

Meanwhile:

It’s All Going to Pot, by Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard

Well, it’s all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
The best I can tell
The world’s gone to hell
And we’re sure gonna miss it a lot

All of the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Is just couldn’t hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill, friend
You can keep your pills
‘Cause it’s all going to pot

That cackle-bobble-head-in-a-box
Must think I’m dumb as a rock
Readin’ daily news
While I’m kickin’ off my shoes
It’s scarin’ me outta my socks

there is more… but this says it all… thanks to willie and waylon

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About D. Katie Powell

hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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