My sister, Lisl, is a textile artist. She has a good eye, and. she captures the small details of things I don’t notice….until they’re right in front of my face.
In today’s mail, I received a small package addressed in her handwriting. Here’s what was inside:
Postcard-size, it’s just the sort of thing I like, not only for her skill, but because she instinctively knows the things that are important to me.
When I moved to the country, I didn’t even know Moss Bank existed. At the time, it was a very derelict little building that looked like a crime scene in a low-grade movie. Eventually, I worked up the courage to go into it, and once I’d been inside, all I wanted to do was tear it down.
Toronto politician Adam Vaughan persuaded me not to, arguing that not only was I sending all those building materials to the landfill, I was disrespecting all the labour that had gone into building it. Made sense, so I named it The Adam Vaughan.
Then, Adam went over to the political Dark Side. It happens sometimes. By that time, The Adam Vaughan was pretty much rebuilt. But it needed a new name. Moss Bank came to mind. My nephew Ivor suggested I finish it in yellow, with a forest green metal roof, and a sweet name, as if it were a house in a Beatrix Potter story.
I posted this photo on my blog:
And that’s how I know that somebody reads this blog.
Thank you, Lisl.
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