Most of the mail in my "inbox" has disappeared over night. Perhaps I deleted it myself but that seems difficult to believe. But I am a difficult person to understand or believe.
Breakfast was oatmeal and coffee. The newspaper. Then the emails that came overnight. Including this from a gardening site. I do love blue flowers but they are not easy to grow. Last year I had some blue pansies in one of the containers- for a brief period of Time. And then poof they were gone.
I am considering making toast. And a second cup of coffee.
I finished my book. I had forgotten how it ended. Abruptly-before the author could change her mind... make a different choice. So--I was surprised by who died.
I have the next one on the table ready to go- Nature of the Beast.
I spent some Time yesterday cutting out alphabet letters from magazines and trimming some pictures to fit inside the desk calendar boxes. This month will be more of that. Last month was more drawings. There were drawings at the beginning of the month-snow and storms. But I do like to have images here or in my journals. I may go back and remove images from journals I never actually got to write in. I added images way ahead of my writing. And then......I stopped writing. Think a few years before Morning Pages and the Artist's Way. I am having to go back to add spaces between my words. Typing without looking at the keys. Forgetting the space bar.
A tin can filled with rain water and acorns last Fall- tipped over. The wind or the visiting cat or a snow shovel propped up nearby. The liquid and the acorns spilled out and stained the porch surface. Black. I am going out after I hit publish and taking a picture- for you---tomorrow. It says so much about the foraging and collecting of plant materials to print and color cloth. I may lay a wet cloth on the cement after I take the picture- see if the spill will transfer. I hope it does.
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