Time unused and only endured still vanishes, as if time itself is starving, and each day is swallowed whole, leaving no crumbs, no memory, no trace at all.

Sometimes life can be slow.

@tgiarnese Bayview

It was for writer Elisabeth Tova Bailey. When she falls ill with a mysterious virus, she is confined to bed, her life shattered. For her amusement, a friend brings her a common snail, the inspiration for this humbling book.


Intrigued by the snail’s world, Bailey becomes an obsessive observer of the tiny creature.

The lowly but splendid snail takes center stage in the book. Bailey notes the similarities between her and her snail~ the slow pace at which they move, the fact that they’re both in the process of adapting to changed environments.

Times passes, Bailey’s health improves and she returns the snail to the woods, along with 117 of its children.

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating.  Sometimes life flies by.


Toni 2/7/16


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WPresser and photographer Jen Hooks says let’s do vibrant, wash the web with a rainbow of colors to keep the winter gloom at bay.  This vibrant little beauty is mood therapy.  So is its statement ~ it’s not a car, it’s a way of life. 

A lava-hot life, #WDYT?

Toni 1/29/16 


My blogging partner and bestie, Patty, exudes optimism.  Whenever I find myself in dire straights, she’s there. With take-it-to-the-bank profound words.

And she’s not above channeling that edgy philospher, Dr. Seuss.

Double-whammying. Works for me.

I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I’ve bought a big bat. I’m all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!

Patty’s got my back.  In the meantime, I’m at the Palm Beach Mall.

Optimism reigns.

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Toni 1/24/16