This is not an example of house envy, but as I was walking down my street, I was touched by the yellow against the pink trim. Besides, my neighbour would never want to sell it.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
D-L Nelson is a Swiss-Canadian writer and journalist. Visit her website http://dlnelsonwriter.com
Posts
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(317)
-
▼
February
(31)
- Fish Cloud
- Lunch in the mountains
- My second no buy month
- Maiboxes with attitude
- English Breakfast
- A semi writing day
- Shopping as a Personal Relationship
- House Almost Envy
- I love the colors
- Just because
- Watch Kitties
- The book of life
- If I am paranoid, I am not alone
- Pantyhose
- New way to say he died
- Why would I polish away memories?
- Literary Feline
- Wild Asparagus
- Do you see a pheasant?
- I only wish they were joking
- Show off colours
- Pansies and good neighbours
- Insignificance
- Train Transitions
- Don't Go Without Me
- $2 Billion for a Fence
- The white board
- The Rolling Commute
- Book Exchange
- Voting again
- We are the...
-
▼
February
(31)
No comments:
Post a Comment