Spring swings in on a pendulum – we move from fair high seventies back to restless winds and driving rain. And back again. And yet, it’s a good day.
Sometimes our homes feel more homey than other times, and for me, that’s a rainy day spent alone. Peace and plenty are things I’m thankful for – plenty of time, if not plenty of money – and solitude, stitching, and tea…
rainy morning
the poppies have bowed
gaudy heads lowering
tea steams the streaked glass