Dear Liza,
As I stitch more on my map of France, adding dozens of icons for row crops, vineyards and wheat fields, I feel like I’m looking backward and forward at the same time.
I am remembering the shining wheat fields and castle gardens in the countryside, where our GPS stopped working and we got delightfully lost.
I am remembering the awe of walking along the Seine and seeing history standing before me.
And, looking at maps and train lines, I am planning our next journey, from Paris to Lyon, then winding around to Orléans and up to Rouen. What will we see on our way? How will it let me see the country differently?
Honestly, I never thought embroidery could make me philosophical. But here we are.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 