incubating

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.