The romantic, optimistic part of me comes from my Mom. She was the happy, Winnie the Poo, Pie in the Sky person in the room. Always reminding me that everything is going to be all right, that folks are basically good, that tomorrow is another day. Probably I didn't really buy a lot of what she was selling all the time, but seriously, Pie Eyes can make the difference in a day sometimes. Good medicine. And my ,my, could she laugh. She could fall down laughing. That is how I remember her. I need to practice.
Today, lighter, without the metal, which saddens things so much. There will be at least one tired blossom a day for a while. What if I dye this 9 times? Fill in the spaces, try to cover it in color. Old yellowed silk was the start.
We are in the path of that Hurricane... hope the Hibiscus will be ok. And seriously, any more rain here and I will begin that Ark. The night before last, Tornado warnings all night.