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And the lion is finished. Tribute to Mary Fedden’s wonderful soft lions.

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Lion progress. Hopefully Mary Fedden would approve.

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Spring. Buds opening by the Pooky lamp.

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Blossom confetti and mug shadow.

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Muscari rescue. I staged an intervention to save these little fellas from being trampled. Found growing through a crack in the pavement... Now residing in an Emma Bridgewater egg cup on my kitchen table.

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Inspired by Mary Fedden’s lions

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Mina Perhonen brooches from Loop. A smile for Friday

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Veronica Aldous. Lions. They make my heart skip.

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For Sue x

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Wait. Galway Kinnell

Wait, for now.

Distrust everything if you have to.

But trust the hours. Haven’t they

Carried you everywhere, up to now?

Personal events will become interesting again.

Hair will become interesting.

Pain will become interesting.

Buds that open out of season will become interesting.

Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;

their memories are what give them

the need for other hands. The desolation

of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness

carved out of such tiny beings as we are

ask to be filled; the need

for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.

Don’t go too early.

Your tired. But everyone’s tired.

But no one is tired enough.

Only wait a little and listen:

music of hair,

music if pain,

music of looms weaving our loves again.

Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,

most of all to hear your whole existence,

rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

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