Time has a nasty habit of slipping by without sound, sight, or notice. Why, just yesterday I was peering out the window at snowflakes as they fluttered gracefully to the ground. I glanced out this morning to find that my peonies had grown buds, blossomed, and then fallen to their fragrant death on my lawn...all without so much as a whisper in my ear to alert me to the magic taking place in my own backyard.

As I said, time has a nasty habit of slipping by...

...especially when your mind is abloom with ideas, and creations inspired by Mother Nature herself.

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