The birds woke us.
The morning was Pink.
And for a moment, pink was my favorite color.
Soul-o slept in Wind (robe) last night.
There is a guy coming this morning to give us an estimate for cutting a few dangerous dead trees here. Trees that might fall on us. Trees we cannot cut ourselves. Trees too close to the power lines. Trees that have been moaning in the wind. Wood we will split ourselves. Fire wood for next winter. We have a chimney issue, so that's next. All outside work, so that's good. If we have the money.
It is cold this morning. But I hung the Lion Quilt outside on the porch. It has not been part of an open air ceremony for a long time. I wasn't sure how big it became. I loosely measured. It's 58" square-ish. I guess because that's how big it became. I don't remember having a reason. I remembered it as bigger.
