"The Book of Anna" as Told By Me In a Saturday Evening Post is filled with more photos than words, which is unusual for me, but "The Book of Anna" is a most unusual book. It's the second such gift made by Anna and owned by me. It's not the second time Anna has managed to take my breath away and leave me speechless either! But I'm sure you know that, so I'll just keep my word and remain speechless as I show you what I mean. Gaze on . . .
Okay! I can't do this! First, there was the box. Even JC was intrigued because who wraps a box as lovely as this? And it made its way from across an ocean to Katy, Texas intact. Imagine that! Now my lips are sealed!
Ahh, now you see, yes? Words aren't necessary, right? Because you can see that "The Book of Anna" is gently, and sweetly handmade, therefore it speaks for itself.
I'm glad I was born!
Page two is as lovely as its predecessor! It begs to be touched and touch I did. In my mind, there are gentle scents--cinnamon and nutmeg--to be sure. It's Fall after all. Imagined spices smell best, I assure you.
The map! Oh, the map of maps! The map of living treasures! My first Anna Map? A keepsake Mappa Mundi. And little personal telling of The Hereford Cathedral. Our penfriendship has been one of sharing and teaching and taking me along. I wish I could say that I've reciprocated but the truth is . . . I live in Katy. And I've told of the rice festival, the old rice queens--one of whom happened to be Rene Zellewegger, and the old railroad that gave Katy its name. No, the old railroad was never rice queen, so stop that!
How very clever-clever. I followed the map my second time around and was just as fascinated as on the first. I'm sure I could not do the same had I thought of the idea myself. Or perhaps I might. My landscape isn't half as large as Anna's. Okay, it's do-able yet not half as interesting.
Lovely notes find lovely places to be tucked in. Clumsy fingers turn timid. Burning curiosity turns five thumbs into lady's fingers! I'm equally fond of satin and grosgrain ribbons, aren't you? Especially if they come in such lovely colors.
Note the nests. All those empty nests!
Hope is the thing with feathers. What? It's not a bird?
Fine feathers and dainty doilies.
Such specimens beg to be touched! Anna's a very good guide and she knows her specimens well. Some of the items are the first I've seen, having only read about them, or seen them in magazines or books. Anna, I cannot thank you enough but please know that each of the too many thank-you notes I've sent is heartfelt and sincere. Who else gets the outdoors sent to them in their indoors from thousands of miles away? I really am blessed beyond measure.
You remembered my being plagued by pollens and scents! Although I am the first to bury my nose in a bouquet instinctively, and should know better, as JC frequently reminds me. I'm trying to remember to use the prescribed nasal sprays pre-emptively before we go out on high allergen days, but memory does not always serve me well. *grin* Let me wander off this path for a moment to share this little gem:
I found this pretty little flower at the base of the rounded steps that lead to the entrance to the Saltgrass, and naturally, I embarrassed JC by stooping to save it from the soles of all the feet going to and fro, poor old thing. The best place for it was my wallet, which is where it stayed until Monday night when I snugged it onto my journal page with crisscrossed strips of cellophane tape. Ahem. Anna uses the sweetest little mini bags for specimens. My backup is waxed paper. *grin*
. . . to be continued. I must go through the 30,880 photographs to find the image I wish to show you here. Read on. Please read on.
Don't you just imagine Peter Rabbit waiting ahead of you to leap across the path in his search for carrots? Or maybe Henny Penny might cluck a warning to stay out of her way 'cause she's shopping for dinner? And what about what's in the brown folded paper that's closed with two fasteners and a ceramic butterfly on a string? Uh-huh. Anna leads and I follow--imagination going full steam ahead!
I've taken far too many photographs as you can see but you do understand how hard it is to choose just one. Close-ups are as necessary as views from different angles and in different lights. A bird's nest! Did you see the nests in the tall-tall trees?
Oh, there's more! So much more . . .
. . . to be continued.