Mo checks on her sunflowers as soon as she comes through the door from school and before she goes to bed at night. She is such an attentive parent. The other one below shares the same pot but has you can see, is a little slower in it's growth. This one is a different species and she thinks it will have purple petals. But if it doesn't do something soon, it will fall victim to colder temperatures. My friend, Dee, tells me that sunflowers are a hearty and tenacious flower, so maybe the purple one we will get to see bloom before the winter arrives.
My sewing machine has been gone for over a week. I'm hoping I can pick it up tomorrow or Saturday. I've missed it's towering presence on my kitchen table and have been trying to fill the void from all the sewing I was going to knock out this week (yeaaaahhhh, riggghtttttt) by washing and making necessary appointments and completing paperwork that I've been dragging on. But today I found myself examing a general malaise inside of me and decided to turn off the tv and listen to a cd that Mudman loaned me entitled Seasons Change by Fertile Ground. So far so good. The music and lyrics are jazz rooted and very polyrhythmic world beat to it and seem to be what I'm needing to guard against that down in the dumps harmonica playing blues feeling. (Mudman, ya did good with this choice...but you can come get Lizz Fields and Goapele. With both of them I don't get a sense that the musicians and vocalist are in tune with one another.) I kinda knew it was going to be a challenging day emotionally when I woke up with the word "paradox" on my mind. After meditating on it for a while, I managed to doodle out what I hope to be another series of quilts. But more on that when its time.
I'll exit this entry with a picture of my transfer experiment using an ink-jet transparency. The picture is of my great niece, (I'm a great aunt, I just love saying that) Carmen.