Sunflowers and crepe myrtle

  

 This is a true story. Last Saturday night my husband and I went to a concert. On the walk from the parking lot to the concert area we passed a series of flowers. First sunflowers. Then crepe myrtle. I noticed them and talked about them. We took the picture above with the sunflowers. As we passed the crepe myrtle I said “I wonder if they like lots of sun.”

After the concert it was dark and we started to get lost going back to the car. Then I remembered the flowers. We looked for the crepe myrtle and found it. And then the sunflowers and we got back to the car. 

It was a bit like Hansel and Gretel with the breadcrumbs in the forest. I’ve always loved flowers. And they love me back.  

It becomes what it’s supposed to be

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I’m always amazed by the creative process.  It’s like I have an internal muse.  For at least two years I was a dollmaker and then abruptly I stopped. Now, crocheting is my passion.  My favorite thing is to order yarn and even if I might have plans for it, it becomes what it’s supposed to be.  I may buy yarn for a scarf for a friend.  And yet, it might get called into a blanket for someone else.  The yarn speaks, quietly and in many colors.

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