Happy Thanksgiving

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,

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From The Owl and the Pussy Cat by Edward Lear.

Best wishes for all of your journeys and feasts.

A bit of sunshine

Last week’s rain turned pine needles into hedgehogs. Is that you Esme?

 

Housekeeping

I am by nature a collector. I accumulate a LOT of stuff. Every once in a while I attempt to tame and organize it.

Thank goodness for my IKEA guru. She is helping me reorganize my studio.

We live in an old house and  are always discovering things left behind by previous owners. The best was $2,000 cash in an envelope under a radiator cover.  I insisted on returning it to the lady from whom we bought the house. I was spurred on, no doubt by my love for Edgar Allan Poe’s story, The Tell Tale Heart. I do live in Baltimore after all. I am sure that if we had kept the money that radiator would hiss at me until I went mad. We also returned a diamond ring. But we kept the cement Indian head and the old toys and watercolor instruction books.

This was found in the rafters on a recent trip to the attic….. Should I save it? Or is it a sign from above that I should be getting rid of stuff??

November