Want to visit my place?
Once you get through the stop sign you can see my house in the distance.
I’ll pop the kettle on…
Me: Hey, Pip. Do you need to look for anything while we’re here at Target?
Pip: OOoooooh, yes! I need a monocle, some cogs, some copper tubing, a right-handed glove and some hinges.
Alas we only managed to find one item on his list…
PS Why does he need them? For a steam punk sculpture that he’s making for art.
Spring has arrived in the tropics.
For me that means days where the temperatures reach 30 degrees and above. Nights where the temperature barely makes it to 22 degrees. Leaving an air conditioned space to drive in an air conditioned car. The washing that is dry about thirty minutes after it has been hung on the line. Grass that needs to be mowed weekly and even then it is ankle high. Plovers that swoop at my head when I go for a walk.
Flowers don’t bloom to let us know that the season has changed. The transition is swift and too harsh for delicate blooms.
So I’ll just gaze upon my quilt and pretend.
I think I may be nocturnal.
As the sky darkens and the night deepens I find myself feeling a surge of energy and a renewed determination to get things done.
In those hours when most people are asleep I can be found in my studio sewing or quilting.
Finishing off items on my to-do list and meeting deadlines.
By the time I get into bed the world is quiet and still. I like that.