I am smiling because I am happy to celebrate with him.
He is smiling because he is younger than me.
No gifts. Just smiling. He likes it that way.
I used one of the Pairings waiting for stitch on the wall, just to illustrate the fact that I think (a note to self) it is just grand that after all these years we might still be smiling. And that's enough.
Tomorrow is July. And I will be back to stitching and sharing and not just imagining.
The deer seem to have plenty to eat as the green has filled every space. I see them along the edge of the woods but not much in the garden any more. They seem to be really happy with the young sassafras and mulberry trees that sprouted along the edge. Along with flowers I planted there and and my neighbor's strawberries.
It is cooler than normal for June and life is just full and warm.Can't help being just grateful for Summer in general, no matter what it turns out to be.
Just a moment ago, I glanced at an old sketch and thought to myself...life is a thread. Colored by days.
It is the Man's birthday today. We've no plans. He likes that.
(Note, For those of you subscribed to the Summer Diaries, I have placed a link to Considering Weave, to the right, in the sidebar, for convenience, while the series is still active. I will be posting regularly now that we are rolling into High Summer.)
As part of the great unDoing, in this case the UnDoing of a lifetime of clutter in the garage, we came across a big wad of old wire. The man fashioned a few dozen hangers. Tiny ones.While keeping the fire alive, while I was sleeping. That was very thought-full. I like how they might be temporary gadgets to display cloth, maybe to be unDone later and used for something else.
It was quite ingenious, how he did it. He said, OK maybe one video.....
But later, because company is coming and there are things to do. It will be quite interesting to host house guests in this one room we are heating for the winter.
At least the garage is empty. The mice cannot hide there anymore.
It's been warmer, but the threat of new cold and snow hangs in the air. Along with the hopes for an early spring and the dream of wandering away from this one room we are heating for the winter.
Travel plans have been temporarily unDone because of houseguests and a new and fragile friend named Soul-o.