This morning when I turned on the light. Just there.
Must have blown in on the wind. Or the Man is being funny.
When we moved here, Magnolia was blocking the front door. The previous owner was crippled and came in through the garage, unable to make it up the front steps. We trimmed a large branch. She has healed beautifully.
Just a simple stacking. But yet an intricate exercise in balance. And alignment. I remember my first snowman. Back then I never questioned why it was a man.
A snow Woman she will be, with a fire inside. Sewing Small, looking forward to continuing with Small Cloth. Going to talk about that tomorrow. Which can really be the birth of Large Cloth. Scale, like form is liquid anyway.
Antibiotics done. Head clearing.
I didn't get to the new email feed thing yesterday, I will try again today.
Even more frigid days are upon us.
