Glistening Awards and Yellow Snow

I received two much-appreciated awards last week from Vesper-she of the beautiful prose and poetry that should already be published. I found Vesper's blog nearly six months ago, and there isn't a week that goes by that I don't treat myself to the haunting beauty of her work: quiet and unassuming, still waters really do run deep. The caliber of her writing makes these awards even more special. Thanks, Vesper.

Though I am challenged with anything beyond German, I'm told this award means Light in the Soul. Must be all the romantic notions bleeding through the sarcasm.


I wish to pass this award on to The Walking Man. He is the kind of prolific I wish someone would develop a pill for. The candor and rawness in his writing never fails to strike a resonating note. Always there is an echo of all that is good.

And, apparently now that The Vortex is considered fabulous by at least one person, I can now remove the word fabulous from my list of never-use pretentious terms.

I pass this award along to Pam because her blog convinces me that when we meet up this Summer in D.C., we'll discover that we've actually been friends on a parallel plane all along.

This is me on my edits. Friday, when company came, my lightning-fast downhill rush to the end took a tumble. Today: taxes. Might as well be yellow snow, right? Tonight: back to edits.

Hope everyone has a great start to the week!