Brown Sugar has unwound herself from her tight petal spiral and opened up under the filtered light of the front yard oaks. She prefers dappled light to full-on sun. I'm happy to accomodate as long as she keeps unfurling these metallic brown flowers. Good hibiscus, good girl.
High Voltage likes things bright and hot. Pure flash that one.
And in the end the Italian travel journal split into two. Larger rings to hold things together weren't functional – too difficult to turn the pages. I'm thinking of sewing up a clear vinyl pouch to hold both sections.
The cover for one of the sections came from a 1930's Italian travel guide written by the Italian Rotary for Americans wishing to explore Italy. Found it at a library sale a few years ago.
My small collection of earth and sea is growing. There in the center, my latest water sample. When I find the perfect little bottle for the garden soil carried back from Praiano, it will join the others up on my desk. As for the other samples and broken bits, I can look at each one and remember exactly where it came from – bark from a tree I layed beneath at Paestum, staring up at branches and a cottony blue sky. Shard of aqua glass lying in a pile of rubble next to a grove of lemon trees. Ditto the orange tile. Tiny driftwood & shell from the same beach where I collected the water. Have small plastic bags, will travel.
Life as a monkey whisperer has resumed. In between hopping over children, whirling around to answer urgent questions, rescuing snails from tiny paper cups stashed in little boys' pockets, and removing pierced paper clip earrings from little girls ear lobes I entertain wonderously big ideas that involve art making. But mostly I sit and stare into space when I get home.
And dream up walkway ideas. It's high time unsuspecting visitors stop slipping over acorns, crunching through oak leaves, and dirtying up their shoes on the way to the front door. Civilization is coming to Moss Cottage!
p.s. Honk if you hate the new "improved" typepad compose screen. Takes twice as long to post half as much. This is progress? Oy.