Three plants in the garden (two roses and a winter clematis) looked like they were probably dead. I left them on the slight chance they might come back and they have. (For those that know roses, the roses are on own root stock and will be the intended roses.) Gardening is a great teacher of patience and of possibility.
I am enthralled with carding fiber, spinning and then knitting what I've spun. Resisting the urge to post picture after picture of yarn.... I find myself considering colors everywhere:
A pumpkin that didn't quite make it to the compost.