up close and personal
plants overwintering on North-facing window sill in our sitting room, the swallow's not real, it's one of those bird protection stickers, to prevent birds from flying into the glass panes; the whites on the grass out back are hundreds of snowdrops
found this drawing from 2017(?) in one of my many sketchbooks, where I scribble all sorts in no particular order
how I sometimes feel: burdened by the load, the load of living & letting go
if I'm being pathetically honest
I made this light-weight flannel backed quilt for OBK; he wasn't feeling well and spent many hours in bed.
Last night as I tucked him in he whispered to me: " We've shared many good moments haven't we.... there were a couple of rough patches too, but the majority were good ones, Pjaske"*
I was moved to tears and had nothing to say, I just nodded and managed to mumble 'good night.'
Fortunately he's feeling a lot better today, well enough to get out of bed and try on this new velvet under-garment, made with Jude's velvet
one the most beautiful songs ever written
- in my opinion -
[* in fact these were words I overheard my dad say to my mum a few nights ago when I was staying with them as she's not well]
[Pjaske is my mum's pet name for me]