A gift lovely from Kathryn
because it reminds me
of my childhood.
It now gives shelter to my daily scratchings
and all they might require.
They will live in here rolled around a smooth stick from the ocean
at least until the day I can no longer close the lid.
Then a new home will be found.
As you know I love the wrong side of things
but today this scruffiness disappeared under a backing
because I want to write on the back.
Perhaps noting special days
or quotes from people wiser than me
or perhaps just some poetry.
After the snows at the beginning of the week
I stitched a row of yummy russet apples
only available at this time of year.
Then a row of rocks surrounded by circles of retreating ice.
Well that's the idea anyway!
Sunday was no day of rest for us.
We dragged trees and branches
and piled them high
ready for a bonfire or for shredding.
That last scratching could be a pile of twigs
n'est ce pas!