I've shared this before as it's probably one of my top ten favorite books:
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated."
Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds
Lola and I were out just after dawn. We sat for awhile to watch and listen: seagulls, crows, a hummingbird, stellar jays, a flicker, little birds who's song I can't identify, a nuthatch, a hawk.
It's been unseasonably, record-breaking warm this week. A high of 68 degrees on Thursday. Lots of rain, some flooding on local rivers.
The cold will be back though.
I am hemming the coat I've been making. The last step will be deciding on buttons or some kind of closure. I have a few possibilities in mind.
I've been looking at the sky scarf I made and been considering it as a weather pattern.