Still walking to the gym when it is not raining.
The absence of the bleachers is filling in, and a sunny bit of lichen on the post outside the gym.
A bit of baking while the stone work was being done.
They make a nice quick meal.
The flag stone is all in place where I planned in the front.
And in the back.
And the back from the opposite direction.
In two weeks my yardman will return to put as many of these extra stones between the mulch and gravel out back and lay some outside the back porch door to step on. Plus put them down under the pots and where the big rusted sculpture goes between living room and bedroom windows. Still plenty to use up.
And I finally got back to my Meadow sketchbook. Mockingbird and swallows.
And to be delivered tomorrow are the proofs for the two books finished this past week.
I am such a visual and hands on person that I need to see them in person to see where corrections are needed before giving the go ahead. I had to learn so much about the process of getting them this far. They are about the size of a Billy Collins or Mary Oliver paperback and are priced at $9.99 USD from Amazon when they are ready. I might take the proofs to the poetry meeting this week. And that reminds me that one of the poets who writes with children in mind is coming over after the meeting to look over Burke and Wills illustrations
I think that might be my next project.
Anyway, I did love doing these books and reading the words of my life again.
And that reminds me that in a conversation with one of the men at the coffee mornings, he said he wouldn’t mind finding someone to share his life with. I asked if he really thought it was a necessity. His answer was yes. He said it would give him a “witness to his life.” He said I, on the other hand, did not need one because I witness my own life through writing and drawing. I found it beautiful that having a witness to your life matters to this man.
I am touched by his words and will pay closer attention to my witnessing.
Til later….