I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles

It's a hideously gross day outside, all dark and damp and rainy, and I completely lack inspiration, plus for some reason I am suddenly feeling very, very old, so I hope you will excuse me for borrowing song lyrics today while I indulge myself and wallow a bit. These pictures are from a week ago, before we all caught "the ick:"

I'm dreaming dreams,
I'm scheming schemes,
I'm building castles high.
They're born anew,
Their days are few,
Just like a sweet butterfly ...

... And as the daylight is dawning,
They come again in the morning.

I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.
They fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky ...

Fortune's always hiding,
I've looked everywhere,
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.

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