{We are hoping for great things from you, you know.}
At last the tomato plants are in. I am a week late, having been told that you need to have your tomatoes in during Cup week, and others I know have many flowers already on theirs. Height too. Mine remain, purchased yesterday, still squat but potential brimming, the fruit already ripening well in the sun. Two I have planted, one in a large pot, the other in a hanging basket. Two to tend to and hope for produce tasty.
Soil under the nails, sun on my back, it is hard to fathom that several weeks ago now I headed to the State library wrapped in my grey coat's cuddle.
At last the tomato plants are in. I am a week late, having been told that you need to have your tomatoes in during Cup week, and others I know have many flowers already on theirs. Height too. Mine remain, purchased yesterday, still squat but potential brimming, the fruit already ripening well in the sun. Two I have planted, one in a large pot, the other in a hanging basket. Two to tend to and hope for produce tasty.
Soil under the nails, sun on my back, it is hard to fathom that several weeks ago now I headed to the State library wrapped in my grey coat's cuddle.
{We have returned again to gallery two of Craft Victoria and turned a few more pages especially for you.}
There is something about libraries the world over that holds you in embrace most comforting. This is true even if you go there not to seek out a read but merely to fritter time or sit unnoticed. I visit them fairly frequently though like all pleasures it seems never to be frequently enough. Indulgences are like that, and all are worthwhile, always. When last I headed to the State Library, I took with me a book relatively recently collaged. I took with me, Eager for the old joys once more, and I turned the pages of it undetected, for the main, in the domed reading room. As with previous effort, I am no filmmaker. Seemed merely the easiest way to share with you a book whose pages you cannot turn for yourself.
Friends, once again, I invite you to turn the pages with me.
There is something about libraries the world over that holds you in embrace most comforting. This is true even if you go there not to seek out a read but merely to fritter time or sit unnoticed. I visit them fairly frequently though like all pleasures it seems never to be frequently enough. Indulgences are like that, and all are worthwhile, always. When last I headed to the State Library, I took with me a book relatively recently collaged. I took with me, Eager for the old joys once more, and I turned the pages of it undetected, for the main, in the domed reading room. As with previous effort, I am no filmmaker. Seemed merely the easiest way to share with you a book whose pages you cannot turn for yourself.
Friends, once again, I invite you to turn the pages with me.
{Over My Shoulder (II) from gracia & louise on Vimeo.}
Eager for the old joys once more is 23 pages in length and features collage and pencil across reproduits par la glyptographie. There is a hare in le panorama detaille, and someone you may well know seeks an audience in the Vatican. A golden feline bears witness to a crime, a rabbit escapes the carving knife. The laboratory is no place for you, and death comes to us all. The principaux tableaues of the Musée Grévin serve as education.
(Apologies to film and video makers the world over, and thank you Valery Gergiev and the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra (Tchaikovsky: Symphony #5 In E Minor, Op. 64-3. Valse: Allegro Moderato).)
+ Louise and I are still guest blogging on Clog for a few more weeks.
(Apologies to film and video makers the world over, and thank you Valery Gergiev and the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra (Tchaikovsky: Symphony #5 In E Minor, Op. 64-3. Valse: Allegro Moderato).)
+ Louise and I are still guest blogging on Clog for a few more weeks.
