If I'm thinking forward, of necessity, I also found myself re-winding the Memory-Bank Movie (HT Margaret Laurence, The Diviners): the photos I posted yesterday got me rifling through the digital files for these snaps I took last summer in Bordeaux's Jardin Public. This tree sculpture is different, obviously, from Hugo Franca's installation on the Vancouver beach, but both meditate on the transition from a living, growing tree to the long but inevitable decay back into the earth.
A few last tasks to complete for my paid job. A knitting project to decide on and put together needles and yarn for (unbearable to travel without knitting -- how do non-knitters make it through a flight?!). Decide whether to load more books onto my Kobo. etc. etc. And occasionally, I pause to remind myself that this is all preparation for a wonderful trip -- it's fun! Get those shoulders away from the ears; this is a holiday!
And please know that even if I don't manage to respond to your comments as regularly as I do at home, I will surely be reading and enjoying them. I thank you in advance for your company.