"Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go?"
— Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends)
I've been working on mosaic flowers this weekend; trying to speak their language.
I'd like to think I am succeeding, once they are all completed I will work out
the background color (which is tickling my imagination as I glance at these pix).
I will finish all the flowers before I even contemplate too much on the background.
You'll just have to wait and see, just like me;)
I am toying with the idea of arranging to install this myself, this would really put me more at ease, even though the trip will be to upstate New York. I will work more on this idea (and on my husband who will drive me) when I am closer to finishing. Stay tuned for more updates...
In the meantime, don't forget to stop and admire the flowers, even if they are mosaic, and have a safe and happy Labor Day. I will be laboring over a mosaic with happiness. Peace.
