The purple maple outside my front room window is filling out with leaves. I appreciate the passage of time.
When I was a little girl, we had patches of vinca minor (the ground cover with purple flowers, above) in our yard. I didn’t know what it was really called, so I called it violets, since the flowers were purple, and I didn’t know what violets looked like.
Later I heard people calling it “myrtle,” which is one of its common names. I finally discovered that it was called vinca minor a few years ago when a landscape design student helped create a new garden at one of the properties managed by the public housing provider I work for.
I appreciate vinca minor – one of the first signs of spring, for me.
A colleague at work gave me this tiny pot of crocuses and miniature daffodils on Monday. I love looking at them. They make my eyes happy.
I appreciate fresh flowers.
When my niece and nephew were visiting in the summer, my niece made a craft with some dyed popsicle sticks. She left the craft behind when they went home. Several weeks ago I found it, and recycled most of the components (shh!). I wanted to do something with the popsicle sticks, though. I thought maybe they would make great God’s eyes or “yarn paintings,” with some of my many colours of yarn.
Tonight when I was gathering together some things to take to my parents’, I pulled out the sticks and some yarn, thinking the God’s eyes would be something nice to make while I visited with Mom and Dad. I wasn’t sure how to make them, though, so when I got there I searched for a tutorial on my iPhone, and found this video. I love how into it the kid is. My finished results turned out really well (see the photo at the beginning of this post). I hung them in two of my windows when I got home.
I just looked up God’s eyes on Wikipedia, because I wanted to learn more about them. I love the many shades of meaning…
Update: Tuesday night, November 29. The God’s eyes lasted less than 24 hours in my back room windows. The cats found them, and managed to pull one down and run off with it the morning after they were made. I moved them to my kitchen doorway, and there they hang, now.