Point and Line to Plane

The strips are sewn together. It is a quilt top now. The title of my posting refers to Vassily Kandinsky's book on the basic elements of painting. The strips are not equal in length! I still have a lot to do on them. I removed the things around the quilt because of the color clash between the living room wall and the quilt, I made it for the bedroom which is white and orange.

Another orange thing on our table. From Oranje. 1000 days old cheese. Very piquant. I have always been fond of  this delicacy, and twice it was dumped by a flatmate of mine, once by my ex-husband, each time because they thought it had gone bad. J shares my liking.

Spring Footage?

Although the ground is still covered with ice and snow, there is a first sign of spring: The starlets are back. They must have been more than surprised to see the landscape they come back to. The geese are having rivalties, and the way they interact won't tell if the big one is bullying a smaller one or if it is mating play. Obviously also the grey goose felt a member of the group and kept backing them.

This picture is blurry, shot in a second when these heavy birds buzzed off. It is a miracle that they do fly.

There are no other signs of spring yet. The only color is the burning red of these shrub stems. It is still cold, just a bit above freezing temperatures. But it was so good to get out of the cabin just for an hour. It is possible to walk again, and I felt like a young lamb leaving the stable for the first time.

Our Evening pleasure

Reading loud to my husband is my latest evening pleasure. We decided to break free from the TV dictatorship and do something that makes an evening last longer. Of course, I read it in German. The translation seems to be very good and preserves the irony which is very hard to do in German. Our language is well able to express it, but there is a feature about my home country's mentality that makes it difficult to practise the English sense of humor. I wonder if this is all that popular in America.
In my parents' Baltic home, there was something similar to English humor. It was a sophisticated game to perform debates (possibly similar to Jewish tradition) in which attacks had to be carried out in a way that was to hit but not to hurt, the rule was to remain fair and polite, and retaliation had to be similar, possibly even the better joke; and showing that you are offended meant that you lost the match.
Okay. Back to literature. We saw the movie and were very sorry that it will not be continued. I heard that there was protest from the Catholic church and boycott; we are eager to find out the reason.
I rarely read novels. But this one really got me, and I can't wait to read the next chapter to my cheering audience.