And here we are.
Reminds me how Mom, in her oldest of age, used to call each morning and declare,
"I'm still here !"
We came fairly near to a frost this early morning.
Fuzz Face decided it was a bit chilly. That's the tablecloth I made for Mom, she loved checks. I backed it because it became so thin, quilting it in my spare time. So many blackberry lily seeds, going to spread them around when I go out to plant the garlic.
Today, A is for Arrangement. here some loose patches arranged as blocks, but then blocks are for building. And as I looked at these patchworks floating around, Adrift ? , in the Deep Pool of Thought, suddenly, arrangement took on new form, an arrangement can be a component of a bigger arrangement. Or stand on its own. Or simply wait. Composition. I am beginning to consider them as something similar to a conversation. And thinking, peace, takes time... like soup.
I think today is a soup soup day.