Was it my imagination, or did I actually hear one of the girls ask, "Why can't we have pretty ribbons in our hair?" Well, they have had those old muslin rags tied round their heads for such a long time, it seems, so a pretty colored ribbon probably would be something these tired and weary girls would long for.
These two have been quite happy to have made it safely through the claying process and are anxious to get on with the next stage, which is getting a cloth covering over the clay. One of the girls met with a bit of bad luck and had to have some major reconstruction, so she fell behind the others. She is now almost caught up, though.
It is the hair that they should be most concerned with, I think, for I am. Why, I am having so much trouble with my own hair that I wonder what I will be able to do with hair for these five young ladies. With all of the beauty salons around here closed, I have had to cut my own hair. Talk about bad hair days!
There are just so many lovely things going on outside at this time of year. It's terribly hard to stay inside and chance missing out on something. Why, just take a look at the little persimmon tree that lives on a little peninsula at the pond. It is getting all decked out now in its new, but nothing-fancy, leaves. (No doubt, she's the most photographed tree on the place. Why, I could do a complete album with nothing but pictures of her in every season and weather. And, maybe I will one day."
There are colorful surprises to be discovered almost everywhere one wants to look...along the trails we walk,
Until next time... Take care.