During the years she ministered to the impoverished and spiritually needy, she sent home a few handcrafted items, one of which was this sewing basket which in my own childhood was still brightly colored. My mother was rather casual about where she kept it, and thus the lid became badly sun-faded. The interior is still bright (perhaps not as bright as it once was), and now I keep it out of strong light, still using it as a container for sewing supplies and small projects. Although I never knew Daisy, the memories of her which my mother imparted to me always rise when I lift the lid.
365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Ethiopian Basket
During the years she ministered to the impoverished and spiritually needy, she sent home a few handcrafted items, one of which was this sewing basket which in my own childhood was still brightly colored. My mother was rather casual about where she kept it, and thus the lid became badly sun-faded. The interior is still bright (perhaps not as bright as it once was), and now I keep it out of strong light, still using it as a container for sewing supplies and small projects. Although I never knew Daisy, the memories of her which my mother imparted to me always rise when I lift the lid.
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