Moments which bring warmth and peace as we move quietly and gently through February (which, by the way is going radically better than January) are these...
hearing the younger one say of the older one, "he is my best friend" and then watching as they share in the joy of words on the page...and finding Goldbug
the warmth felt inside simply by peering at the colours of the wool and cotton just waiting to be formed into something equally as comforting. the excitment that comes from scheming and dreaming what will come next is almost too much...and the wonder at the story behind these skeins (as they are almost all thrift finds) leaves me speechless
the lesson that deer truly will walk up to your doorstep and enjoy all your hard work...tulips and pansies...that they do not like daffodils...and the reminder that rural living isn't always all it's cracked up to be...sigh
smiling at the knowledge that these new knobs will soon replace the more traditional ones, once this piece has been distressed and given a little tlc...I must get my act together on that one...and that this will be furniture enjoyed by one small sweet african girl...my small sweet african girl, someday