Thursday, March 3, 2011
March roars in.
Pardon my absence of mind, thought, liturgy, rambling...
My favorite quote these days is that I've got so many irons in the fire, I've got blisters on my fingers.
That's a good thing, I guess. Bakeshop trainee, medical office studies, a sassy haircut, appointments stacked up and backed up.
I find myself entranced by color, combing through swatches, testing surfaces, making progress on some furniture painting projects. Always looking for inspiration.
Rummaging for collectables and still dusting off and polishing attic finds.
Candlelight reflections warm the twilight evening.
The antique candlelit mirror was Claude's shaving mirror which hung on the back porch in the days when he lived here.
Jonquil yellow breaks the neutral background in the back yard of bare tree trunks and fallen leaves. Soon a haze of leaflet buds in reds and greens will mist the treetops and hedgerows and in one day they will all POP out. Spring will be sprung. We are lucky to have had a few choice and pleasant midwinter days on the porch.
Happily, growing season is just around the corner.