Woman's work is never done. 'Tis true. One of my favorite note cards.
Seriously considering matting and framing this one. Thanks Jean. You always manage to outdo yourself. I especially like the stamp placement. That gray is so cool it makes me smile.
I love a tree. Never met one I didn't like. I hug ours as often as they allow it. Mary Oliver is one of my favorite poets. Did you know she's as old as she is? Can anyone ever take her place? Do you have a favorite "modern" poet? It takes a special sort of person to make rhyme that stands the test of time. Thank you, Jen, for giving me two of my favorite things. Make that three! Watercolor counts.
Who doesn't know the first line of Trees by heart? I had to do some hard conjuring to get "upon whose bosom snow has lain." After all these years, you'd have thought I got it back in grade school. But poetry takes on new and deeper meaning as I age. I memorized "Old Ironsides" for class at a tender young age, surprising even our teacher, but that poem made me weep then--blame teen hormones--and still stirs me now. I don't know why any more, but I will never forget "the harpies of the shore shall pluck the eagle of the sea!"
I think that I shall never see
a poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
against the sweet Earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
and lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
a nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
but only God can make a tree.
I dug out my little card catalog as you can clearly see here.
Finally used up the lemonade stickers. About time!
Two pieces of mail went out today, meaning it didn't have to sit for a week or two before heading out. Just a little "Hey, how ya' doin'?" kind of mail. Who doesn't like being reminded that someone's thinking of you? Showing beats telling every time.
I like stamping dates on these! I envied librarians when I was growing up. They got to live among books for a living. The person in possession of the date stamp had maximum lending authority! I've little cards for far too long now. I've been reluctant to use them; no one I've sent them to has ever said they arrived safely; they're rather small.
There's just enough room on back for the necessities, which is more than enough.
I cannot imagine sending Plath, Sylvia. She might be too depressing.
A trip to Texas Art Supply the other day made me very happy. I have a new receipt for stationery! I see a bag in someone's future. Oh, and I acquired much needed replacement Copics, Microns, another awl, a new orange Fabriano, and more of the best glue ever. TAS needs a new logo. They need to ditch the cheap plastic bags while they're at it.
Can you believe I actually bought a winter magazine? SMOH (shaking my own head). I barely glanced at it the first time I noticed it, since I am over and done with all these soothing, calming, let's color magazines that made winter bearable for a log of people. After all, it's Spring. But. And this is a big but . . .
. . . it's what's inside that counts. Sorry for the sad photo. Something weird is going on with my phone since I did the update. But, is it too late to hygge? I'll explain the madness later. I forgot to make my Easter cards. (sad face) Time to rush!