Soul to soul, artist to viewer, quilters make fabric sing. The skilled touch of their hands transforms thread into a symphony. I saw these wall art quilts at an exhibit in Florida and was awed by the tactile and visual texture of the designs.
If we were having coffee, I’d say that I almost wrote 4/3/17 when I signed off this post. What a scatterbrain.
Maybe that’s why this never happens to me.
April kind of went by in a blur. But, oh! May! The flowers and birds are happy-go-larky.
Nature always inspires me. So does Wendell Berry~ poet, farmer, environmentalist.
The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wild things and totes work for me. Hey, I ain’t no drag, I got a brand new bag.
How did I ever manage without it? It’s gentle on my shoulders ~ a-a-h ~ and the best part? I know where everything is. And I mean everything.
Do you have a pen pal? Here’s mine. What a sweetie!!!
We’ll be together soon. Until then, I’m on turtle watch.
So, what are you (screen) watching? I’m finishing up Offspring, the Australian series. And The Great British Baking Show~ you know, the Downton Abbey of cakes and torts. Did you watch it? It made me crave cheesecake tiers and lady fingers and sponges and macarons and frangipanes….well, you get the idea. I really love that tent and everyone under it.
I just finished (virtually) traveling to every US state with Stephen Fry, in a traditional British black cab. He gets right under the skin of American life~ the good, the bad, and the ugly. Give it a try. On Netflix, one of many intensely good documentaries.
Oh, this. Skip the movie, A Man Called Ove. Read the book. Precious.
Speaking of books, I checked out (and renewed) way too many books at the library this month. Plus all my requests on OverDrive seem to come in all at once.
If you’re anything like me (and I suspect you are), you have a TBR list. Mine is out of control.