One day I hope to read an auto fiction book from you. Illustrated by the author obviously:) I hope you will get used to Substack, I love reading you. And yes, starting is so fresh and so exciting 👌
What a beautiful collection of earth in those little vials! I can connect on the 'doing 100 projects' over 100 of the same. And we have hawks in our neck of the woods, who along with the foxes have tormented guineas who once lived behind us. Good thing Silas knows their calls.
Ah, the endlessness is so good and so not so good!!
Aw. And the guineas - not tormented - are noisy enough. In the end, someone got a lot of our birds. I miss the sound of them, but we have 5 sweet hens left and shall keep our crew small for a time.
One day I hope to read an auto fiction book from you. Illustrated by the author obviously:) I hope you will get used to Substack, I love reading you. And yes, starting is so fresh and so exciting 👌
I always appreciate your generous responses Vera! I hope i get used to it too!
I like starting things too, it’s so hopeful. Finishing is much harder.
Yes!! The hope, the mania of a start is hard to not continuously welcome for a thing like finishing which has great potential to cause despair!
Thank you for sharing your written and painted treasures with us.They always trigger thoughts and feelings inside of me.
Margaux you are truly an incredibly expressive writer. I’ve not read such style before.
And quite the unique “View-Finder” of things seen & unseen.
I sense stuff exists without being noticed until you come strolling by.
Please keep sharing anything old and new.
~ Mojo
Thank you for reading Mojo - I love this line: I sense stuff exists without being noticed until you come strolling by.
I do tend to take interest in the very, very little things:)
Those vials are so beautiful. I love your left-handed style as well. Very inspiring and a lovely read.
Thank you Emma!
What a beautiful collection of earth in those little vials! I can connect on the 'doing 100 projects' over 100 of the same. And we have hawks in our neck of the woods, who along with the foxes have tormented guineas who once lived behind us. Good thing Silas knows their calls.
Ah, the endlessness is so good and so not so good!!
Aw. And the guineas - not tormented - are noisy enough. In the end, someone got a lot of our birds. I miss the sound of them, but we have 5 sweet hens left and shall keep our crew small for a time.