Bee Colony Pattern, Q. Cassetti, 2010, pen and inkWe had hail and sleet yesterday afternoon. So, no reason to put the wool clothing away. However, after a little walkabout, the daffodils are still moving forward, and the holes (yes!) that the deer left from (yes!) ripping out the little new hosta still remain empty. These deer. Gimme a paint gun!

Work continues. Good Friday is a day off for Rob and my employee...however, I have meetings scheduled throughout the entire day. Pooh. Maybe I will have a chance to see the new and improved Hangar Theatre as I have been invited to go have a looksee. That should be cool.

I am reading Robbing the Bees: A Biography of Honey--The Sweet Liquid Gold that Seduced the World a luscious read, a story of discovery and of normal people seeing beauty in the abstract, in those unnoticeable things such as bees, the buds on the trees, the taste of nectar, the thrum of the bee community. I am only pages into this book, and its my early Easter present. This is a book that reminds me of possiblity, or a rich life and rich life cycle, and the simplicity of nature that is out there for us to touch and engage in. The pattern you see to the left is a form of making lemonade out of lemons. I did an illustration (or attempted) of a person whose chest is a honeycomb with bees. It is not fit for showtime, so I salvaged this effort through chopping out a chunk and turning it into a little step and repeat pattern. I may monkey with it a bit more for fun...and post it (?) to Spoonflower, the on-demand fabric printer? I just started looking at Spoonflower and find that it is a drug and I must turn away or I would just keep looking and my day would flee.