it is a grey sunday, but oh so warm. there is soft rain. and icicles melting, forming maps of tangled rivulets that stream down the window panes. i took a morning walk, feeling the mist of the water droplets on my bare skin. amidst the cackling of the crows in the tree overhead, i heard a robin sing. "she is back," i thought. that is happiness.
i have been reading all of your lovely comments dear readers. i thank you for them and i apologize for not getting back to you right away. i am immersed in and thoroughly enjoying teaching my online workshop -- such a wonderful, open, curious and motivated group of folks. They teach me each day.
i have some delicious links to share:
homemade jam anyone?
writing a good old fashioned correspondence
cheezy but good, real good
