looked for a photograph of this "doll"…from the first days of making them. It's not finished in this pic, no "body" stitching yet, but you can get the drift. I didn't have a camera then. As i've said, i used to write words to go with them…handwritten on hand made paper. Yesterday i found the words for this one which prompted me to see if i had any pic. I hadn't seen the words in over 15 years. Sometimes Asking comes true.
Old Moon Gramma
I would ask to become an old Moon gramma and learn bright red songs for Apple trees…as leaves begin to curl and fall.
Bright blue songs for little lizards as they search at dusk for shelter. Silver songs for dragonfly and fish. Mirror songs for River.
I would learn the warm songs for small bird feet that must grip the branch in nights when Sun
Goes so soon and takes His time returning. For Him, i would sing a song to hurry up.
And i would sing with Wind his dancing song for grasses so roots stay deep and strong. Apricot honey songs to bees and How to Get Back songs for hummingbird.
These and many more.
So many songs, this old Gramma
and for you, I'd sing them All.
i debate. Whether to plant or not. But the pleasure today of this….i will. Not a lot. Just some.
a small bouquet of bell pepper that fell to the last frost. How amazing that the leaves, all winter, remained perfect. As Beauty Full as roses or orchids.
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