8:163) Ginny Little 10-APR-98 16:05

i paint eggs with color sponges, bright spring blue, yellow and lime mixed in purple. each one different. pile in some jelly beans, a strawberry candle like my brother always got for my mom on easter, a CD of old jazz tunes, a mystery book, chocolate bunnies. For my mom. fresh flowers from my gardens form a wreath around the edges of pink grass. i paint the ladderback chair in primary colors for outlines. The chair was my father's as a child. i paint and i know how the world has painted me. ritual love. i am content. the sunshines through my dirty windows. the house is thrashed in every room. the smell of paint on banister rails permeates and gives rise to a small headache. i am tired. but it is spring and time for renewal. each day is closer to something. order? new project? more chaos? i laugh, because i know i will create some if there isn't any. and yet, my day is simple. painting. making baskets. looking at the trees. typing. storytelling. loving.