This should be a quickie seeing as how I'm down to my last pain pill. Oh, well, it's been fun and swell. I think I wrote too much mail, as in "write mail while the sun in shining." It really is shining today. Oh, what a feeling! The yard is squishy and all the hole-less planters need tipping, but I am not complaining. Rain transforms and renews. The newspaper was wrapped in five plastic sleeves. Four pink and one blue.
Ladybugs scurried away from my camera as I zoomed in. Two on the same bush! Different colors; just blurred.
There were signs and patterns unfolding before my eyes. So many things for letters and posts! And postcards.
Fond memories turned into facts of life. The little starling shook its head so fast it because a blur.
Every time I eat salad from my bowl, I will picture it here. The bathing beauty of April. Because, alas . . .
It is no more.
I did not cry. Epictetus's words of wisdom echoed to remind me that all living things are mortal and will leave us. He said, "When something happens, the only thing in your power is your attitude toward it; yon can either accept it or resent it." There's no disputing that, except to add that acceptance takes time. So I called on the law that says we eat or are eaten. Hmm. As much as I love the little starlings, I love the owls and hawks, and even the shrikes that need to feed. So, moving on . . .
I retrieved the paper myself today. Have you read it? Did you see the piece about Willa Cather? No? Haven't had time? Well, read on.
You know this reminds me of Elle, right? And her wonderful art-istamps! They were the first things I thought of when I saw the page.
I have not read the article yet, but rushed to photograph and post the images so that I could share with those of you who haven't gotten around to reading the books section. This image sparked an idea for another drawing. I tell you, inspiration is everywhere. I often wonder where your ideas come for posts and mail art. What's inspired you lately? Is Mom Nature ever a Muse?