Winter lingers too long.
More snow tomorrow.
Patience wears thin. It must be propagated.
And growing from the scrap pile, patchwork 3s. A little green, because I need it. And because after all, I am a little bit Irish.
I've said it before, I have never had a favorite color. They are all beautiful. To expand vision you need a full spectrum.
These, the beginnings of some spring strays. The two on the bottom right could be sisters. Cut from the same cloth. But different.
I feel older. Not in any negative physical way. But wiser maybe. Like I've crossed a line. I feel myself drifting away from certain things. Further away from aspiration, judgment and closer to peace and patience. I'm not sure what that means. Maybe just a sense of something. I do notice that I turn the computer off a lot. That I get less done. Hardly notice. Less seems like enough. There I go, rocking inward again. It's been a while.