In case you didn't know, Amanda has a tradition each Friday wherein she posts a photo on her blog with no accompanying text, allowing the reader to come away with his or her impressions of the image.
Which is so calming, so zen, so at one with the universe, but which also drives me a touch batty (for myself, not her).
Because I was so looking forward to telling you about the little old man I met out in the middle of nowhere on my run the other day, about the lipstick my sister recommended which makes you look as if you've been eating cherries and as soon as she said that I got so homesick for the Okanagan Valley I actually went out and bought some and smeared it all over my face, about this busy, upcoming weekend and how I fear I should set aside this blog for the next little while but I don't want to because while I am not a super chatty girl in real life, I certainly am in writing.
But all that defeats the purpose of this exercise, which is for me to take a vow of silence as you gaze upon the bucolic image of my little kitchen maids and think how pretty life must be in the Tollipop household, when in reality I'm quite sure they were chagrined with one another and only the tersest of confidences were being exchanged.
