I ended my day yesterday with my thoughts going in all directions and concluded that either I need more hours in a day or I have to work faster..............but I wouldn't have it any other way!
As I thought about my day, a poem began to brew in my mind. I grabbed my pen and pad and began to jot.
Day after day,
I search and scheme
I scan and save
And plan my theme
Books and nooks
Beds and sheds
China, chairs
And every manner of pet lairs
The colors red,
Pink and green,
Yellow, blue
White and cream
Ginghams, toiles
Linen and lace
How much longer
Can I keep this pace?
Authors, artists
Designers and such
Sometimes it seems
It's much too much.
But then I rest,
I sew or read
I walk our dog
Or the garden weed
I bake a cake
I clean and scrub
Iron, mop and grocery shop
Till I near drop
And then to bed
I toss and turn
And all the while
Ideas churn
So in the morn
When all is clear and no more fog
I begin once more to sow a seed
For those who read
My designer's blog......
- Kay Furlong
As I thought about my day, a poem began to brew in my mind. I grabbed my pen and pad and began to jot.
Day after day,
I search and scheme
I scan and save
And plan my theme
Books and nooks
Beds and sheds
China, chairs
And every manner of pet lairs
The colors red,
Pink and green,
Yellow, blue
White and cream
Ginghams, toiles
Linen and lace
How much longer
Can I keep this pace?
Authors, artists
Designers and such
Sometimes it seems
It's much too much.
But then I rest,
I sew or read
I walk our dog
Or the garden weed
I bake a cake
I clean and scrub
Iron, mop and grocery shop
Till I near drop
And then to bed
I toss and turn
And all the while
Ideas churn
So in the morn
When all is clear and no more fog
I begin once more to sow a seed
For those who read
My designer's blog......
- Kay Furlong
