Daily Notes-Spring- and Snow is Falling in Maine

 The breakfast table a few minutes ago.  My coffee cup.  The eyes.  I had only the eagle eye to the left but this morning found the second eye on the right.  In between- a French restaurant menu.  Fore ground my stack of cut outs for future calendar pages.  To collage and color. To add to the desk drawer close to my right elbow.

Nothing for today's square as it got covered by accident days ago. A week ago.  As has tomorrow.  The intended eye exam (a  colored pencil eye). Now moved to the 23rd. But I can paste something over it- tomorrow.

I finished reading the Great Reckoning.  And I thought of the commenter, here, who chose that book for her first  Gamache book.  So many secrets.  Out of context.  Unexpectedly, I had forgotten who the murderer was. I guess I was hoping for redemption.  I was wrong. Again?

My keypad is adding and subtracting letters.  I think it might need a fresh set of batteries.

Snow.  Yes, the First Day of Spring...Pi Day 3.14.  Snow. I wish I had been ready- once again- for Pi Day. And had something here to make into a pie.  We are having pizza.  So- a pizza pi?

I have decided to find a re use for the empty glass pickle jars here. (a problem caused by my not canning  enough zucchini pickles last summer)  We can no longer recycle glass anything.  No one wants glass.  But I think--no one wants dirty glass jars.  I had seen the jars in the recycle bins on my street. While walking Riley so many Mondays....  Not rinsed.  No wonder the recycle people now refuse them.

But aside from that. My intention is to take cuttings from blooming things in my garden and make bouquets for my neighbors and friends in my very clean washed pickle jars.  To place on their porch steps. Peonies. Lilacs. Daffodils. I have never done it before- not having anything disposable (and heavy enough not to tip over) to fill with flowers. Now I have glass jars.  What do they call that?   Serendipity?  Whatever is in flower.  Right now it would be witch hazel. Later I hope it's a nice bunch of tall marigolds.

If I get moving and plant my seeds.  My next book- Glass Houses. Happy First Day of Spring.