It’s warm and dry inside a book.
I have a winter stash that I only allow myself to look at when the weather is bad.
It is raining again today. Hooray!
I finally get to enjoy the two books my friend Joyce gave me in June.
They are Flora Forager books. Both by the brilliant Bridget Beth Collins.
She does magic with flower and plant pieces.
Some of her art is mosaic pictures.
Some are replicas of famous paintings.
Many are mandalas made of natural materials.
The seasonal journal has plenty of room
to write that poetry I have been putting off putting down.
I plan to lose myself in these books on this dreary day.
Oh look. There I am now!