We lit the fire last evening: autumn is here.
It will soon be too chilly to entertain outside, and with Covid infections rising there'll be friction at Hepworth Towers as to what is safe and what is not.
I'm not looking forward to the winter, and am about to launch into list mode...a list of what I can do at home over the next six months besides paint.
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
Ezra Pound
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| Card by Elizabeth Forrest RBSA - Lettering Artist www.elizabethkforrest.co.uk |
Here is a small section of my current work in progress:
Love to all my readers - those whose names I know, and also the silent lurkers.
4 comments:
Sue, I found your blog after reading 'Days are where we live' earlier this year - one of my best reads of 2021. I just wanted to say how much I enjoy reading your blog. It buoys me up during these never-ending COVID-19 times. Thank you for helping to keep glimmers of hope and sanity going.
Thank you so much for your comments, Linda. I really appreciate your bothering to say something. It means a lot, and is an encouragement to keep going,
I wonder how you came across my book when you weren’t following my blog already…
I'd read some of your earlier books and when I saw something about your book on Amazon, I was intrigued. A few pages in, I was hooked. You write about the ups and downs of everyday life, its pleasures, frustrations and pain in such a way that I get it. I'm with you. Thank you for helping to keep me and others sane.
Thank you, Linda. You've no idea how much your encouragment means to me.
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