Simple. A baked pear. A good bowl. Some cream. Come...join me at the table this very very dark and wet morning here in Southern Maine. The rain is pounding the house. Thunder. All the lights are on in here. The heat has been turned up from the overnight setting. No morning paper. My neighbor has her lights on. All I can see of what exists across the road.
Daughter helped (yesterday) to bring in the plants we overwinter on the unheated porch (vestibule) and carried down the 48 inch round wreaths and set them up on the porch for the holidays. The neighbors ask. Will you have the wreaths?? The things that people catch hold of.....always interesting.
Today- this morning time- Monday-- is when I go to the grocery store. But not now. Not in this heavy rain. I'll wait...see if it stops. But it seems strong, heavy, angry. Scrubbing the Air and Earth. Thunder rolling.
Almost like evening. In the morning.
I watched a few movies last night. I cut squares of cloth into rectangular strips. I cut others into four squares. I just cut and cut and cut. I also snipped hand appliqué stitches to remove circles from squares. Taking apart a long ago project that never was going to be good. Perhaps the pieces will become something??? But in all likelihood- these cut pieces will need new companions in order to "become"..
I finally figured out what the red square was for. And collected what was meaningful to me. And set those things on the cloth. Heart. Seeds. Circle of metal. A folded paper house with birds- a Christmas card from a dear friend- years ago. My red square is small- but I think I would like to add handwritten words from friends to that square- the things that mean the most to me.
Be safe.....you mean so much to me.
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how cloth can mean so much
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