Sketch

Now to get back to what I was doing before the computer and camera problems. This is a sketch of the front of my house, the thumbnail for a watercolor illustration for a poem called "Our House" - a poem I wrote when my son was little and we didn't have any money - about the richness of having a home. I thought if I took a photo of the sketch and put it up here, it would help motivate me to finish the picture. Or maybe I like it just like this. I won't know until I try. Laetitia Thistledown is still yet to manifest. She's a tricky one.

Window Vase

The rain does not stop. 
It still feels like winter. 
Every day, I look past the vase in the window to the garden
which is green because of the rain. 


We all have landscapes we look at everyday, 
faces that are so familiar 
we should be able to draw them from memory, 
but we can't. 


My garden changes in winter, 
I know it is different because some of it has gone
but I don't know exactly what is missing. 
The garden has changed slowly over time and
unless I compared it to a photograph, 
I couldn't point to what was once there. 


Winter is like this, 
I know the leaves have fallen 
but I don't know which fell first. 

Just A Quick Note

...to say I'm having problems with my computer and the pictures

I like to post. I should have things sorted out soon. 

In the meantime, I think I'll have

a cup of tea, or coffee. 

In the meantime I've been changing the blog name back

and forth from Judy Sevens to 

Laetitia Thistledown.

I'll draw a picture of Laetitia.