The setting sun lit up angry looking clouds last night.
I held my breath...
thinking it must be hard to breathe in those
red, red clouds.
Talking of red...
In "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn"
writes about six year old Francie learning to do "stitching" with
red embroidery cotton.
"Women passing would stop and cluck in pitying admiration at the tiny girl...pushing the needle in and out of the taut material while Neeley (her 3 year old brother) hung over her to watch the bright sliver of steel disappear like magic and then come back up again through the cloth........You were supposed to stitch a hundred or so of these squares and then sew them together to make a bedspread. Francie heard that some ladies had actually made a bedspread that way and that was Francie's great ambition. But though she worked intermittently on the square all summer, autumn found it only half done. The bedspread had to be saved for the future."
Just made me smile.
The three year old boy noticing the steel not the thread.
Describing is as being magic....I'm participating in Jude's Magic Diaries...
where there is lots of talk about magic.
And last but not least Francie's bold ambition to make a bedspread.