Recently we were touring Cagliari, the capital of Sardinia, and its surroundings, and as we drove along the Mediterranean southern coast of the island, we slowed for a herd of goats. Good looking goats. With lovely coats. They were being herded by a guy in a car. That’s 2017 for ya!
Last Sunday we were walking through the grounds of the Oslo (Norway) City Hall where there was some construction going on. I saw this sign and I don’t read Norwegian, but I know what it said. Entering the area behind the fence was prohibited.
I have a hand-stitched quilt that was on my little single bed when I was a young girl. It is made of cotton and the pattern is various pastel baskets. No one in my family is a quilter, that I know of, and I don’t know who made it, but it was lovingly stitched together by hand probably at least 70 years ago. It has not been cared for. It is yellowed and frayed. It has been machine-washed (shame on me) and for the most part is sitting high up on a closet shelf. I cannot bear to part with it. What to do with a forgotten childhood memento? I guess it’s not my problem. Something for my heirs to worry about. Just an old quilt with many memories, and when they inherit it, it will be just an old quilt with no memories.
Two blocks from my home is a short street named Fountain Grass. Fountain Grass is a common ornamental plant in Florida. It is drought-tolerant, grows fast and reaches three feet tall with its graceful flower spikes waving in the breeze. It is these flower spikes, the ripening seed heads, that are made up of little hairs, as you can see in this backlit, highly filtered photo.