Miles Davis and crew are playing "So What?" The kitchen air is filled with "So What?" My head is cymalling along. The outside air is still dark. The light box is providing light. Great music and good light. I'm trying to make the head create thoughts. Oh, yes, leaves.
Yesterday I made two small useful Junk Drawer Journals. Found, in another household drawer, the un-dyed waxed linen thread left from model horse tack making days. Ya never know. So now instead of being stitched into tiny saddles the thread is being stitched into little books. If you find yourself moving from one life to another consider leaving some evidence around concerning that previous life. Photos, journals, bits and pieces to remind you that those years have been lived. (If I don't write it down or take a picture or make a sketch - poof! - that day is gone.)
The camera and computer are not getting along right now (sparing you boring shots of small useful journals) so here are some other leaves for the day.
Begonia leaf and vertebrae from our patio terrace garden. It was a bad year for the begonias. I don't know why. None of them thrived, and though the leaves were beautiful, I'd have wished for tad better blooms. This year holds the consideration - do we plant tuberous begonias....? We shall see. The bones in the garden came from a Minneapolis yard sale many years ago. They are part of the garden now. Mostly hidden in high Summer, but always there. They stay to remind us of many things. To provide some minerals for gnawing rodents. To make a composition for the camera. I've drawn bones often. They can offer more variety and detail than the brain, pen, and paper might want to handle. Nature is that way. The more you look the more you see. Keep looking.
Yes, last year's garden again. All leaves. Lots of thriving. If there are bones here, I've not seen them. The "bones" that were left were the tough stalks of Russian Sunflowers (thrived) and the tougher stalks of Brussel Sprouts that, sadly, did not thrive. We were spoiled by the amazing Year of Tomatoes and Basil. There is no evidence of the bounty now. But some images make the mind know that there is hope for the coming Summer; if not in all aspects of life, at least in the garden.
Miles is still blowing his horn and there is still lots of paper in the desk drawer. Leaving the typing now to meet the morning. It's light enough now to see the outlines of the evergreens.
On to the morning. On to the day. On to another cup of minty tea. Thanks, Miles, for making your tunes. It's time to do something of note ourselves now. On to it!
Fare-thee-well,
Sue
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