Over a foot.
There has been snow on the ground for a week now. It's warming but first there will be more snow, rain, snow, wind, snow, rain, freezing...
The garden will be changed when the snow is all gone.
The rosemary had blossoms on it last week.
Coffee filters ready to cut and then spin into yarn.
Wintering by Katherine May recently finished but not since I will go back and reread. It's a beautiful book.
I don't think we ever really "finish" books.
The Overstory by Richard Powers started as a library book, purchased because I had to turn it back in before being able to read more than the first few pages. I am about a 1/4 of the way in. Thanks Dee for giving me a nudge to make it next. There are sentences, passages that I keep rereading.
Ursula K. Le Guin's collection of essays (a collection of blog posts), No Time to Spare, is my current nonfiction choice. I've been diving in and out of it for quite awhile.
White fabric, to sew with and to dye with. Possibilities.
From my journal this morning:
End of year. Thinking about unfinished. Thinking about books unfinished. Thinking about projects unfinished. Thinking about me…unfinished. The New Year is a construct made by humans, a date, a measure. It doesn’t really mean anything to time passing. It’s a way we (humans) try to impose control and organization.
To be continued...