It’s a gorgeous Wednesday afternoon, about 2:00 EDT. I actually sat down at my desk at 11:45 and fell down several rabbit holes of bill paying, checkbook wrangling, list making, and calendar updating, while simultaneously answering emails and phone calls. And I’m not even a busy person! I actually sat down to draw, but now I’m writing so instead I’ll show you the thing I drew last week:
And I’ve also completed the shawl that I’m just tickled with, and she’s here right now being America’s next top shawl:
It’s interesting to me how much weather plays a factor in my mood. I like rainy days, I like the cool weather, I hate humidity (which I’m sure comes as a shock to you, gentle reader, as I’ve certainly never mentioned it before) and glaring sun, but give me a sunny day with the gentlest of breezes and I feel like SuperWoman. I actually pulled some weeds and threw down some mulch! Never mind that I’ll need a few hours to recuperate from that, it feels darn good.
I remember how much my mother enjoyed sitting outside, looking at her very small plot of garden and dreaming of what she could accomplish with more time and more energy. She had some lovely roses that didn’t resemble any kind of prize-winner being as tall and spindly as they were, but the aroma was beyond heavenly and when she brought one into the house to sit in a tiny glass vase, she carried it like the precious treasure it was. When she died I planted a rose bush, and I was devastated when it, too, died. What has lived on, however, is a cutting from her philodendron plant (which she bought about 30 years ago) which is now four transplanted pots and three cuttings in water. That’s kind of how I stay connected to her. That, and watching old movies.
I think I hear a cup of tea calling my name…..