Spring has come. I walked out the front door and found this beautiful critter waiting for me.
"Spring is here", Ellie told me. "He’s a messenger." "It won’t be cold anymore." "Wasn’t it nice of him to come tell us?" "The goddess sent him."
It makes me wish I was eight years old again!
Early this morning, I finished my piece for Chris’s Artistree scroll. I’m incredibly sad that this round robin is almost over. It has been really fun. For Chris’s journal, we each created a sort of fabric plaque for her huge scroll, depicting our ancestory. I chose my maternal grandmother, the daughter of an immigrant Russian tailor, because I think my love of art and nature started with her.
We went out a few minutes ago and found more proof of spring
We even have sunbathing kittens.
Now I’m off to celebrate. The wonderful Tuesday sent me an incredible box full of Trade Joe’s goodness. I’m a transplanted Californian living in the deep south, and the absence of Trader Joe’s here is still something I can’t get accustomed to, even after almost twenty years. So Tuesday’s box was pretty darn welcome. Lots of chocolate and Asian flavored food. I’m off to savor the chocolate truffles and then I’m going to put some of the amazing soap in my bathroom.
We also received our annual package of homemade Hammantaschen from my Mom — the traditional cookie for the Jewish holiday of Purim. Five minutes after we opened the package, there were this many left.
Shortly after the photo was taken, the remainder had disappeared.