Sticking with the loo roll theme from yesterday I've collected together a few of my tiny containers. One is still plain calico, waiting to be embroidered. Others are gesso and zapped 'xpandy paste'.
Our snow is slowly melting, it's reached that in between state where the magic has gone, but the muckyness has not yet arrived.
Watching a Jay moving around my garden, this morning, I found myself versifying. Not for an OU assignment, just for my own amusement. I clearly have too much time on my hands!
Hopping, not stopping, chasing a worm.
Gliding, not hiding, above the snow.
Standing, after landing, in the bare leafed bush
Not whistling, but listening in the morning’s glow.