Even after the week of cold weather...
It was really sheltered for most of it though.
It's on the edge of a shrub that bent over with the weight of the snow, covering it completely.
The first day of the year was stormy here.
Lots of wind, some rain.
Spent a lot of time writing in my journal and doodling.
I see some possibilities for stitching.
My word for the year is "intention."
(Or at least for a little while.)
It is not only a planned action, but also the healing process of a wound.
Isn't that interesting?