My Last Green Notebook

In my mother's house there is a cupboard way up high in her studio where she keeps a rainbow stack of spiral bound notebooks. Reds, yellows, purples, blues and greens all waiting to be filled with words and drawings. Sometimes she leaves a notebook on the bunks as a little present for grandchildren when they come to stay with a fresh pencil, long lead sharpened waiting soldier-like by its side. Last time I was in Australia, Mum let me choose a notebook. I nursed it to my chest with as much happiness as a seven year old and started immediately to write in it of craft plans and tempting ideas. Now when I open it, it's like a conversation with an old friend. Things I quickly forgot and am so grateful to be refreshed with.