March 29th 2013
... these little plain birds. Just blending in. Having wintered the storm. Enjoying the new spring warmth. Sometimes when I stand really still and act like a tree they land on me. But not today. Hard to get a picture of that anyway really.
The season is changing. I feel a lightness returning... like new wings, or old ones well rested. The Feather cloth is finally back under the needle. Its name is Home. And it is nice to be here.