I think it could be a series. Suddenly.
Because that is how it is going. How it might happen.
I try to focus. Then, suddenly, I wander off.
Like the weather here in April. It became so warm, like summer, so quickly. Then just as quickly, suddenly, POOF!, it's a bit more like early spring again.
Bits of me seem to be scattered everywhere.
I stitched a few together without worrying about why. And this time just enough stitch to hold the thought together.
Suddenly a Butterfly
April will be like this. The weather. And Me. Too many little things suddenly need to be addressed. I'll try to make the best of it. Them.
Another wish formed. Fireside, even though there was no fire. I've been stitching on the squares I talked about here.