Fiddling around for two evenings

There's a wonderful sound of thunder this morning!

Seeing beets on Dad's supper tray again set me off on a rather pointless Photoshopping binge.  If it's not sliced beets, it's boiled red cabbage.  I wanted to send a message to the chef and dietician, but couldn't afford to hire a skywriter.

© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder