-I don’t know what to draw.  The gentle observations and foibles of everyday life aren’t presenting themselves this week. I don’t really want to pen anything dark and moody either, because so many of you are really anxious, depressed, outraged etc.   

-I have political observations that I don’t have much of an outlet for. Stuff about the cause and effect ramifications of incessant polling and reasons why a moderate Republican woman might vote for Trump based on confirmation bias, but again…  You don’t need armchair politicking from a Canadian, do you?

-I was just shopping for apples. It seems like it’s getting more and more difficult to find the old hardy varieties I like so much. The new ones all seem so sweet.

-I really want to spend some time in a forest.

I received a package the other day containing three buttons.  Special buttons destined for an interesting project.

They were discovered in a preserving jar near the stone foundation of a house built in 1805. Someone’s treasure horde. They sparkle in a way that coins from the period never do but what I find most attractive about them is the evidence of the maker’s hand.

They’re part of a set, but each is unique. Varying thicknesses, slightly different diameters. They must have been turned on a treadle lathe by someone who made hundreds in a day working by eye and intuition.  They feel heavier than they should. Perhaps it’s the weight of history.