thus spake Billy Connolly
waxing lyrical about the land of his birth
it's so cold here in the Deep South that things need to be dried by a fire
even books
and having made a fire
i figure i might as well use the warmth to heat a dyepot
luckily it has been raining
so i don't need to go far for water
it's provided right outside the workroom
in bowls that aren't too heavy to carry
[thank you Dogs Above]
some contain mordants as well
[not of the canine kind, quiet in the stalls!]
while i'm watching the paper dry
and feeding twigs to the flames
i can stitch another book
knot a fringe
be grateful for small treasures
play with amusing filters on my pocket pinhole camera
and be grateful i woke up breathing on such a lovely day
or
any day, really
And have a warming cuppa too.
ReplyDeletebooks and fire go well together (hee heee hee)
ReplyDeleteLovely snapshot of a day. Life sure is beautiful!
ReplyDeletex Maria
and a creative mind
ReplyDeletekeep that ronnie girl away from your books-she's talking burning again. your post has that wintery sound about it.
ReplyDeleteI am glad I woke up to your post this morning. So uplifting, made me put away the long todo list and tend to some stitching instead. Glorious morning here too, although not as cold.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a peaceful time of 'winter' work.
ReplyDeleteAahhh, another reminder of the breadth of this whirld........it will be 90 degrees F here in the high desert today.......sending you hot breezes to help dry your tomes......glorious morning here too! ox
ReplyDeleteI used ot hate living in the hills in winter..arghh.
ReplyDeleteNow I show my ignorance about mordants and dying in general.
I'm assuming a dog lover would not have to go far to collect a mordant? How convenient.
I can imagine running aorund after him with a little bowl in my hand.
you are amazing. And the rhythm of your day is refreshing.
ReplyDeleteAwoman, sister.
ReplyDeleteYour words are true.
It's pretty nippy here too. My husband drove through snow on Friday. Sitting, sorting through rusty bits in a thin sunbeam. Grateful for small treasures and butternut soup with crusty bread for lunch .... yum!
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