I’ve been up an hour or so this lovely spring morning, reading from a book of poems.
My heart is full this week. We’ve been singing with the Episcopalians at St. James all Holy Week. Today is the last of it — Easter Sunday. I have many thoughts on the experience, but can’t quite organize them.
I always have a million little projects lying around waiting for my attention and this week I finished one. It is a handbag made of felted wool, embroidered and stitched together by hand. I have the calluses to prove it.
The large photo above belies the size of the item. It’s a small bag, just about big enough to hold my wallet and cell phone … no more. I’m not quite sure what to do with it, but it sure was fun to make.
Turns out yesterday was THE day.
Most mornings I wake up with the feeling the today is THE day. It’s a good feeling and I’m fortunate to have it so often. However, this week, I have to admit that while I wasn’t watching, YESTERDAY was the day — the daffodils popped two weeks earlier than usual.