look at the sparkles!
I cannot remember the last time I made a snow angel.
into the woods…squirrels, deer, bunnies…
cerulean blue.
Doug and Ra, hiking back up the hill after a toboggan run.
I had not been on a sled in 20 years. I don’t know what possessed me. But I whooped and shrieked until I bailed out halfway down because I was flying! What crazy fun.
More 100 days of stitching…near the beginning of a new page…
Finished.
Another nighttime, this one snowy. (And it needs a lint roller, ha!)
Beginning a log cabin.
6:55 AM on Sunday, before Batman made waffles.
Wilma and Corazón.
My brother, his wife, our cousin and his wife filled the house with fun this past weekend (Sat, Sun and Mon) The weather was perfect for the annual burning of the brush pile (with the Fire Warden’s permission), some brew pub crawling, mountains of good food… handmade tortillas anyone? And, sledding and tobogganing, at our age? Heck yes! In the evenings we watched The Commitments, and one of our old favorites, Dave. And there was a lot of laughing as we wallowed in nostalgia when we recalled our childhoods.
The news continues to swirl, and I try to consume it in tiny bites. I do have some thoughts about how I may try to navigate the next bit of time. I’m trying to figure out how to share them here. It’s not an easy thing. But since National Heart Month and Valentine’s Day happen in February, I think it may be time to chat about matters of the heart. Stay tuned.
All living is
storm chasing.
Every good heart
has lost its hood.
Extending my hand to each of you, dearest readers, across the miles. xo