*whispered* It’s Wednesday, which on some blogs means that photographs are posted without the accompaniment of words. I am not following that protocol. /*whispering*
These flowers are part of the bouquet my husband and I presented to our daughter after her final performance in the Caucasian Chalk Circle. The play, written by Bertrolt Brecht, was put on by my daughter’s high school last weekend. She kicked butt in the role of Grusha.