Leonora here, Flowers my friend, are beautiful, delightful, delicate but at the same time they can be exotic. did you know that roses are related to apples, raspberries, cherries, peaches, plums, nectarines, pears and almonds? if you didn’t then you’re welcome.
ever since I was little I saw flowers on many places like weddings, house decoration, dresses, hairstyles and paintings. they are everywhere and everybody seem to care for them. wanting to keep something so small protected even when we could finish them all. I always wondered what was it? their beauty? probably. or the diversity? that’s something else to admire from flowers don’t you think? how many different flowers there are but still they are all beautiful and special. Loved.
I received your letter on Thursday so I could start by telling you about my Friday.
Just like the morning glory flower my day started early, did you know that the fragrant flowers come in a rainbow of colours, including blue, red, pink, purple and white? I have my room decorated with red ones. at first my mom wouldn’t let me have the flowers in the room but my therapist said it would be good to paint and so I started painting classes, which was very fun at the beginning but once I stepped in and realised every person in the class had amazing skills. Like Jenny, she was amazing at capturing the image in pens, different pens colors she could create such realistic image or Paul who could recreate any modern image that his eye could capture and make it similar to big renaissance artists like one of his favorites Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni, actually it was Finn who once told me that Michelangelo choose a very particular place to paint his self-portrait in Sistine’s chapel, he choose to paint his face on saint Bartholomew. Yes, this is this saint who is always shown as flayed skin, because he was skinned alive. Now is quite amusing to think of why Saint Bartholomew? I’m not much of a reader unless it can lead me to answers and so today my purpose for early morning was to have a short trip to the library before going to painting classes and talk more about it with Paul and Jenny.
The sky is clear and blue, a shy sun is trying to peek out and wake up everyone on this side of the world, at least I like to see it that way sometimes life can be more fun when you add imagination, but then the hardest thing comes and is choosing a hairstyle to do. something as trivial as that could define if today is gonna be a good day also if the coffee turned perfect instead of extremely sweet or sour. this morning it was a little bit too sweet but nothing wrong with it.
In the meantime my grandma reminds me in the background that whoever awakes early morning the lord is on their side, constant reminder. it’s a cold morning would guess 15 degrees. Around this time of the year is not so common to be so cold.
I wonder what could possible go so wrong to steal away from your your freedom…