As I typed the title for this post a voice on television said some things, and then I distinctly heard the words, "The Circle." So I stopped to Google. Turns out it's the title of an upcoming movie with Emma Watson, and while I am not a fan, circles keep cropping up in my days, so I thought I'd mention it just in case I find crop circles in my raised bed sometime in the near future. Then when it happens I'll be able to say, "I told you so!"
Yep, I'm still cutting circles. I'm also poking holes with awls, and stitching before gluing, and wondering. Poking holes through paper bag pieces is a lot tougher than hand stitching fabric. Fabric is more forgiving, but I've had to rip stitches loose only once, so far. It's therapeutic as always this modified sewing I'm engaged in. Who knew I'd use all that hoarded embroidery thread, special cotton threads, sequins and do-dads for a letter? The creative circle continues . . .
My ever-widening circle pauses at The Blechley Circle. I watched the show every time I remembered to watch. It's all about "four women who break codes to solve crimes." Women code breakers. Look here: Bletchley Park Research. Here's a tease too:
"The Bletchley Park codebreaking operation during World War 2 was made up of nearly 10,000 people (about 75% of this number was women). However, there are very few women of that are formally recognised as cryptanalysts working at the same level as their male peers."
Who knew, right? And who makes better sneaks and busters than mothers of teens aka women? Duh. They'd make better private eyes too, I think, despite not having the upper body strength of men. They wouldn't even have to give up heels 'cause they make the perfect weapon. And did you know one of the code breakers was the woman who was once engaged to Alan Turing? Yes, that Joan Clarke.
You know letters had to be involved, right? See this:
"The book Dear Code Breaker: The Letters of Margaret Rock (Bletchley Park Code Breaker & John Rock (Parachute & Glider Forces Pioneer) (BookTower Publishing 2013) is a touching and unique insight into the daily life of Margaret Rock through a series of letters written by Margaret and her brother John Frank Rock. It offers a fascinating insight into the love and loss of this close family unit and spans significant world events such as World War 1, the Fall of France and their pioneering careers during World War 2."
I'd expected this to be on its way by now. I sneaked in a stamp from Flow's offering as a nod to the little red haired girl I know vicariously. There's the part the green embroidery thread plays as well. It's all rolled up on a lovely round silvery spool--one more circle. The flowers are round too. Signs of the feminine appear all over. Circles of life are probably more prevalent since it's Spring.
Spring leads me farther around my circle to the lentils in the back yard. I sprouted a bag by accident. I couldn't waste them, and since they couldn't go into the composter, I tossed them into the falling/ wintering raised bed. Who knew they'd grow? Surprise.
Believing they'd boost the soil when I turned them over, I left them there to winter it out without thinning them with an eye to harvesting, since I knew nothing about harvesting lentils. They fooled me. They outlasted our true winter, the weeds crowding for space of their own, and they were interesting. One day I yanked handfuls out and tossed them into the original veg bed. They really did enrich the soil. And I also noticed most recently the ones left to themselves sprouted the loveliest tiny white flowers. They're a true wonder. They're so small I needed my glasses to see them.
They're meant to run like all beans, so I did throw them two life lines in the way of runner poles without serious expectations. Sometimes I just like seeing what happens. I wish I'd used my macro lens but you never know when you'll need it, meaning I wasn't prepared. These lentils are delicate and strong and interesting, and they're dying. They are suitable for pots and planters in case you're wondering. The beans are interesting too; it takes a lot of them to make a mess of lentils though. Such a wonder.
As are these notecards. Why do we buy what we buy? You'd think I'd have chosen something colorful and refreshing to match the season. I think it's the tiny circles that got me. All those little knobs. They lead the way to surprise and wonder in those drawers. The wire wine glasses tell their own story. That's it too. Stationery choices come down to a combination of all the things in the photo that pull you in--giving you prompts to stir your imagination. Any paper is capable of holding down the words you choose to describe thoughts and events with another via mail, but interesting stationery makes for interesting experiences too. The image isn't so much drab as it is rich in opportunity. What a wonder!
So, what if inside, I wrote all about how I came to choose . . . No. What's interesting about that? What if instead I wrote about what I saw in Mother Nature's palette of an afternoon, and how it made me feel? I'd describe how my senses were fully engaged and I'd ask . . . I don't remember what I said in the first two that I used. I think I simply wrote about my day, and how it wound down to include writing a note before closing my day. It's a wonder I ever manage to write simple short posts. Someday.
Another letter! I'm getting better at remembering to make note of what I wrote. I'll scan some of the incoming soon. The scanner isn't hooked up yet, and there's not a designated spot for doing it. Not yet. Multi-tasking isn't what it used to be.
What I wouldn't give . . . Thank you Anna. Just looking at this soothes me, so I tucked it into a current journal. I get to gaze upon its beauty before lights out.
The Peter Rabbit Stamps are the perfect postage for spring. I learned all about how the hare became the rabbit associated with Easter, and you send Peter Rabbit Stamps! I wonder. Hmm. Our ESP is syncing again. Double thank-yous are in order. Thank you. Thank you, everyone! It's Spring. We should have a bag mail thing. Do you have cute paper bags too?