There seem to be an ever-growing passel of lurkers sitting very quietly in Chatoyance-ville, hoping no one will notice their slight shadows cast.
For those shy souls, consider this your invitation to step out into the pixel-light and:
1. Leave a pebble to mark your pass-though like so -- (o)
2. Comment (even AnonyMice should feel free to squeak)
Or
3. Yodel a lung-busting arpeggio
(I'd love to be able to visit your world, and can't unless you wave a "howdy" in my direction.)
please consider this a pebble.
ReplyDeleteoh how i wish that i could yodel. do you think yodelers ever need therapists?
i like your water in stone, a bit down.
Since you asked--I often visit your lovely blog, but I just don't have anything very exciting to say. Just "Wow!" and "How interesting!" and "Beautiful!" I love getting a peak at your world--Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYay! Welcome, my shy blog-friends!
ReplyDeleteLotusGreen: Thanks for the pebble! I've known a few yodelers. They may not all go see therapists, but some of 'em should should. (grin)
You have the coolest Japonisme on your site. I will be back to lurk and comment, since I do love what you're sharing there.
Rebecca: Geneology in peonies! Wow, I love those flowers (and they are full of Japonisme as well) -- how fine that you have family history wrapped up in them. Thanks for stopping and commenting.
Paris: I'm so glad -- geez, when governments tighten control and access to Lovely Dark French Chocolates, I worry. Will stop by your blog and see what you've posted.
:-)
Did you hear my yodeling, Lori? Everybody at home has noticed it!
ReplyDeleteThis is great! Are the hole supposed to be bullet holes I wonder?
ReplyDeleteHey, who you callin a lurker?
ReplyDeletelilyo ley hee hoo...
Hi there! More fun in the comments!
ReplyDeletePedro: I could hear them all giggling even over here in Texas, and am surprised those birds didn't fly off.
Dave: Holes for neon tubing I think...
Dale: Big :-) you yodeler, you.
hey Lori! I must admit I do my share of lurking too - I come by here much more often than I leave a note and almost always see something new I like
ReplyDeleteYikes...I left my Yodel in San Francisco! *wink*
ReplyDelete(along with my Vicodin dreams!)
Hello Lori!!
ReplyDeleteI'm not so shy, just behind the times. But you are one of the reasons I can't just pick up after being away, and consider all the posts missed as posts unposted. While I'd like to humbly host your eyes and mind for a moment or two, my own blogging has been in rehab, but we're planning a comeback tour in summer.
ReplyDeleteerr... by rehab I mean I took a few months off to treat my internet addiction and refocus my efforts. Only the second thing I've said to you, and already my foot's in my mouth!
ReplyDeleteOK, consider this a pebble.A singing stone?
ReplyDeleteFound you via Laurelines and just never left my mark til now.But I stop by regularly.
The fifties dream in road signs
ReplyDeletesigh, all ye boomers
your heart a hostage of
the American road