Yesterday I took a picture of this bloom in a weedy lot around the corner. It was barely more than a bud, slightly unfurled.
Today at roughly the same time of day I photographed the exact same bloom, now entirely open (Oh how quickly our little ones grow up). Why do I bother documenting these things? Who knows. It just seemed important to me at the time...
Meanwhile, in the studio...eleven covers are coated with acrylic and cut to size. They will become eleven books, and by a fortuitous coincidence, I have eleven page blocks already torn to size.
Now let me tell you a strange story. I sold a lot of stuff at the fiber sale, but came home with several cartons of unsold knitting books, which are still in the trunk of my car, waiting for the next trip to Goodwill. I stopped at Publix for groceries, and the man who helped me load my groceries in the car saw the books and asked if I belonged to a book club. No, I said, I've just come back from a garage sale. Ah, he said, my mother was a great reader, and when she died she left a large book collection behind. What did you do with them, I asked. We gave them to Goodwill, he replied, but at the last minute we decided to just flip through the books, and I'm glad we did, beause in every book we found several hundred dollar bills tucked between the pages.