Wishing you warmth and a bouquet of late winter flowers, wherever you are.
This year I’ve created a second, entirely different calendar in addition to the more “grown-up” still-life calendar. It features the inhabitants of the village of Little Pudding, about whom I’ve been inventing stories since my daughter was in kindergarten.
Unless you prefer to be surprised, you can scroll down to see the twelve scenes of village life featured within. (Click twice to see the image larger.) The calendar is 8-1/2” x 11” and printed on sturdy satin stock, substantial enough so the images can be saved as prints.
A single calendar is $20; a set of two is $36. Shipping is 3-day Priority Mail, domestic US.
If you are in my area, you can obtain a calendar from me directly without shipping—just let me know.
Set of two calendars:
Here’s a New Year’s resolution in anticipation of Valentines Day next month.
In honor of the birthday today of Langston Hughes, a poem and and a picture. For another Hughes poem, and a mini-bio, please see Rivers.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
It’s a good time of year for cozy sharing of a favorite soup with a new friend.
For another food-related New Year’s Resolution, please see New Year’s Resolution: Recipe.
The old year now away is fled,
The new year it is entered;
Then let us all our sins downtread,
And joyfully all appear.
Let’s be merry be this holiday
And let us run with sport and play
Hang sorrow, let’s cast care away—
God send us a merry new year!
—English, 13th century
Today is the birthday of Marcel Proust (1871-1922), and so I post this sketch, in remembrance of things past (his and mine).
This image is available as a high-resolution print on 8.5″ x 11″ archival paper.
He who would travel happily must travel light.
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, whose birthday it is today. And it may be much-welcome advice for those struggling to get out of town.
March comes leaping in like a lion, leaving his wet snowy footprints on the castle floor. And three days ago there were purple crocuses on the south-facing hillside in the park.