The days have been pretty and sunny. Some warm and soft almost like summer. Some, like today, start with an invitation to go outside, but not for long. It's cold again. Even if just through a window, the sun is enough for me. Everything soaks up the light like poundcake under a sugared lemon glaze.

The tulips brightened eight fine days. The snowdrops are standing strong in little clumps all over the yard by the creek. Luckily, the deer don't like them.

Stitching, sewing and stitching.

Easter play.

Spring is finally creeping in. She means to stay.

"The day widened, pulled from both ends by the shrinking dark, as if darkness itself were a pair of hands and daylight a skein between them, a flexible membrane, and the hands that had pressed together all winter - praying, paralyzed with foreboding - now flung open wide." ~Annie Dillard, The Living