Today I would say that the weather here in Ohio is better than it is in Venice, Florida. Here it is 57degrees and beautifully sunny. The sun is lighting up the blossoms on my spring witch hazel which is just outside my quilting/computer room window. In Venice, it’s 64degrees, a bit warmer, but raining and overcast.
The picture is from a birds of a feather quilt whose image I saved a long long time ago and before I really knew to save more information about its provenance. It’s here because I had to look through my fabric for my daughter Alice who needs some gray from my stash. It made me feel a bit inspired to begin one of my small quilt projects again.
I’m still trying to get things into more order after my dear son was here alone for a month! But he’ll have to help more. Half of my book room floor is covered with steam engine artifacts which he brought together there one Sunday when his steam mentor came over. But little by little it will all be done.
But when one is nearer 70 than any other age, things do slow down a bit. The whole morning was spent having a routine bone density test and a mammogram followed by grocery shopping and then I came home and took a good nap. I’m almost ready to move on to something other than the computer and reading the very nice book The Story of Charlotte’s Web by Michael Sims. It’s a charming biography of sorts about the farmer/writer E.B. White. My mother bought me a copy of Charlotte’s Web when it first came out and I loved it with a passion. Who can ever forget the beginning when Fern asks her mother, “Where’s Papa going with that ax?”
I was also fascinated by White Flower Farm and White’s great catalogs, and his wife Katharine’s Onward and Upward in the Garden. (And I have two books of his excellent essays.) But somehow, I just discovered this book which came out two years ago. Perhaps because I just ordered a child’s book about the illustrator Garth Williams. There doesn’t seem to be a book written for adults, which is a shame, really.
I’m a bit too easily distacted by things! But that makes life interesting.