Dear Reader,
How are you? I am fine.
There have been men in trees with ropes and saws (and good knees) since last I wrote. I stayed on earth and directed the show. Haircuts for all! The mighty oaks agreed to go first. I promised them the cuts would be gentle and they were. Then it was Jacaranda’s turn, and then Olive, then Young Oak, and finally at the very back of Moss Cottage, Old Elderflower. El Niño 2.0 is on the way and the tree canopy had to be thinned. The trees understood this and even though they prefer to hug Moss Cottage tight they agreed to give her some breathing room. The moon is now glistening through the newly opened windows of said trees and most nights find me tracking her path with my binocs and phone trying to capture the wobbly glow.
I’ve returned to crochet after a long spell. I decided to use a giant hook and thick yarn. I carry the giant balls of yarn from room to room and decide from which chair to embark on my next giant granny square. That is, except for now I’m positioned in front of the computer tutorial watching every movement at half speed. I suppose the training wheels can come off at some point. I doubt my wobbly-ass square inspires you, but Caroline Langford’s Happy Home Collective on IG might. My square is called Forever Flower.
On a walk I met a coyote with long ears and legs that made me think of Walt Whitman. Don’t ask me how or why. I think it’s in the eyes and whiskers. The cat posse has no interest in coyotes, Walt Whitman, 9mm crochet hooks, Anita Brookner, the moon, or men in trees. They’re also not convinced that I need to leave for Dijon, France soon, but they’ll have a good caretaker while I’m gone.
Someone should start packing something sometime, but not yet. I’m doing things the easy way and taking many of the same things I took to France in May except less of everything and some different hair. Something autumnal, maybe in the color pumpkin spice. Maybe not. I’ll send you a selfie from the road so you can assess my Burgundian disguise. I’m unlikely to climb the 316 steps to reach this tower over Dijon, with a selfie stick, but it’s not out of the question. Stay tuned. Or not.
Found some time ago on a Burgundian tourism site and I’m afraid I’ve lost the trail so can’t credit the photog.
On My Bookshelf
I’m having a good run with Anita Brookner. Currently on the unputdownable The Bay of Angels. There’s an equal chance you’ll love or hate it. Depending. Do inform me if we have similar reading taste. I love finding kindred book spirits. So many good lines in these I’m scribbling into my journal. I do love a good miserable character sunk deep in an existential crisis of one sort or another.
Inform me of all the things I need to satisfy my curiosity about your whereabouts and whatabouts.
