The Cloth says Morning. What is folded and waiting by my chair. All cloth that I have made (colored) myself. Not that small print. That is left over from some project that never seemed to look right. The second side of the cloth- always the better side.
Velda Newman came up in conversation. Large, large Flowers. So...that sort of image- flowers.. is on mind. Not a huge wall sized flower (yet) but perhaps- due to the excellent Chinese Lunch of yesterday- some folded fabric flowers. Japanese not Chinese. I have many books with this kind of folded fabric flower. I enjoyed making them- like appliqué but more intense. Perhaps it's Time to make some now?
March's Desk Top Calendar-is almost bare. I think because not much is happening. I had written Chinese Lunch in yesterday in yesterday's block but got up (just a moment ago) and found the receipt and pasted it on the calendar. The Chinese letters. Little squares filled with lines and curves.
I had started to cut words from magazines. titles etc. Larger than copy we read. I have them here in the top desk drawer (few of them) to add to the Day's Blocks- if I have no plan on what to draw or color.
Just finished the Beautiful Mystery. Gamache investigating a murder in a monastery. In the woods. Far far away and disconnected from technology. None of these books is new to me. But I usually have forgotten who the murderer is- so....... that works out. 50 pages in and I was fretful. Not wanting to read. Thinking the books were out of order. Checking the list. I have a list but don't have all the books. I had to wait for two. A few weeks. Knowing of future events- it's not always the best way to go. But even in this book I thought I knew- I was surprised. Book 8 out of 16. Today I begin book 9.
Some of the books are easy. Some of the books are dark and painful. Some make me smile and wish my little Maine Town- not so far away from this fictional Three Pines (on the edge of Vermont)- was actually Three Pines. My town does have Pine Trees in the Town Mall with the Farmers Market and Winter Ice Rink. Wooden benches painted green sit on the lawn. Joshua Chamberlain looks down and into the green.
Oddly enough. (because this is Maine) The only way to reach Vermont is to drive south out of the state and then turn right into New Hampshire and then drive north and west until you find Vermont. Then further north into Canada (Montreal). The Road Slogan for Maine-- You Can't Get There From Here. Maine never created an east west road.
You CAN drive to Vermont- we did it many times to go to quilt shows. But we zigged and zagged over two lane country roads with a paper map and directions on old envelopes. We even stopped to dig up wild flowers to add to our gardens. A certain blue flower that one of the women in the car liked very much.
The Gamache books remind me of those long ago days and roads.
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