A beautiful piece of Chihuly glass for you, this morning. I could just stare at this for hours. Really, I could. It's so beautiful.
This was the display with a real row boat filled with his glass balls. It looks like a painting to me.
I'm still on the look out for a partial, broken down wood row boat. Something that I could just put by the edge of the water, in the pond and then fill it with garden glass globes.
Not the same, I know but it would look neat.
Thank you everyone that send me emails about my shingles. Such a nasty word. If we called it Chickenpox at least it would conjur up images of being sick as a child. I don't remember if it was Chickenpox or Measles when I received a book of Children's Poetry, from my Great Aunt. The cover had a scene with a fairy in it and looked like a woodcut design. I read it from cover to cover, I remember the pages as being very thin. There was some poem about marching soldiers over the counterpane which in the book showed a black and white picture of a patchwork quilt and another about "my little shadow that goes in and out with me".
Odd what we can recall from the past, isn't it? That was fifty some years ago. They aren't really stories just fragments of images that somehow got pressed and saved in time.
I see that New England is going to be hit with a double storm tomorrow. They say up to two feet of snow. Bundle up my Boston children and grandchildren. When it's over have fun sledding and drinking your hot chocolate.
Everybody else, stay safe and do something creative since you don't have to shovel.
"Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them - that only creates sorrow.
Let reality be reality.
Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like."