I've spent the last few days paying close attention to the smattering of splatter around me. Being in Kansas this week and spending a little time on country roads you can see there is a definite pattern of splatter on all of the cars around.
As we have chased the sun this week coming further South, we've been given another hour of daylight and a giant picture window out of the back of my mother-in-law's house over vast stretches of farmland, a perfect frame for the amazing splatter of colors across the evening sky every night. It looks as if Van Gogh has taken his paintbrush thick with oils and liberally stroked the horizon.
Sid, even got into the spirit yesterday after hearing the word and drew her impression of ~splatter~, a splatter bug, I think it highlighted her new bling strings so well!
Now onto the most important splatter of the week...preparations of the Thanksgiving meal. We began last night leaving just a smudge of splatter. I'm certain as I head out to begin making three different kinds of pie today, there will be very tasty splatter all around!
