Thursday Evening Thoughts
After collecting my mail late afternoon I entertained the ambition of writing a couple letters. Mr. Duffy would be coming home late providing me an opportunity for some writing. I needed tea for the job of course and heated the water but before the tea was made I was already losing steam. Because I woke before 4:00 a.m. I decided I would rather not risk compromising going to bed early so I instead settled for addressing envelopes in my armchair.One postal offering was a postcard found by a pen friend in an antique shop. The photo is an interior of a restaurant called "A Bit of Sweden."
The postcard and the book remind me of the connections I have made through letter writing and the enrichment the experience has brought me. Taking the time to look up things people write about has taught me new things. One question I had after reading a letter today was, "So what does a cornflower really look like anyway?" "Was the color in my mind the same?" Yes, I remembered it rightly. I at first thought of Thomas Jefferson writing about gardening as my gardening friend had but that gave way to a childhood memory.
When I was a child my favorite crayon in the box was Cornflower Blue. Thank you Mrs. Thompson, for jogging my memory.