It's been a week since my last confession.
Haven't done a creative stitch or mark since my last entry.
I'm reduced to taking pictures of my dish drainer.
a country drive yesterday
While it may look that the northern drear has taken over, I consider myself to be incubating.
Lunches with new friends, excursions for organic garden compost and flower bulbs, walks and books and making soup, all of it grist for the mill. I expect to be in gear again soon. Just an early March break.
Today is a gift; that's why they call it the present.