when
lad’s
crown
still
fell
below
my
hip
We watched a PBS show called Between the Lions.
I loved it!
Lad…did not love the show so much, but I digress.
There was a segment—
Cliff Hanger, hanging from a cliff,
and that’s why he’s called Cliff Hanger!
And while I can’t promise you’ll be hanging from a limb while waiting for tomorrow’s letter, what I’m starting today is only a square of a bigger quilt—stitched pieces of Grandpa’s shirt, the neighbor’s curtain, an old baby blanket, Aunt Maggie’s bedspread, and perhaps fabric yet unseen.
This’ll be fun!
Let’s see where it goes…..
The idea sprang from a pixelated sunrise,
Another Day…..my mind followed it with…..Another Dollar?
Another Dollar
Well….that bubbled up from the….well.
I was curious and looked up, Who said that?
Turns out it was a sailor
who also wrote novels
and earned $1 per day
for his seaman’s work.
(Wikipedia attributes AD, AD to Panama Canal workers—similar story, same meaning)
Anyhow….
Long after sunset last night, Henrietta roused me from dreams with
barkhowlbarkbarkbark
Lad, turned fisherman, was home from the lake.
More tomorrow…..
Hoorah! What a quilt!!