Hi Meri~ Did you find that woodcut separately? Perfect with the haiku. Those shades of blue are exquisite-- I'm sure the "joys of life on the road" mean walking--and talking by the blooming iris. Oh, I feel such longing for this lifestyle. More than ever I promise myself to do a a lot of walking this spring, summer, fall... xxox
It's Sepia Saturday again. Since my dear mother is recovering from shoulder replacement surgery, I thought I'd feature her image this week. This is little Betty with her dog Spot. She was born in a small town in Oregon, the third of four sisters. The Depression defined her childhood, though I don't know how much she knew or understood. Her high school years were spent in the shadow of World War Two. She went to college at a time when women sought an "MRS." degree. She had a lovely singing voice and often performed as the vocalist for weddings and funerals. I remember once when I was really little that she was on television in Indianapolis. She worked in the library at Butler University, putting Hubby through school, so to speak. She worked on and off through my childhood, when working mothers were somewhat odd and not at all normative. It wasn't a matter of personal choice as much as necessity, because her husband's ministerial salary couldn'...
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Besides sleeping Irises
Joyous nights of life..
sometimes you just have to walk and talk
Lonely Sentinel
oh that our voices were pressed between the same petals.
Awesome Basho and art.
Beautiful choice.
Irises haiku my heart.
xo,
Noelle
Thanks for sharing Basho~Beautiful.
Sue x