I've been writing this post in my head for days. Art-a-Whirl weekend went well. I sold a few things, picked up a few more names on my email list via a give-away sign-up, and connected with new and old friends. The weekend was gorgeous, weather-wise -- that week in these parts when crab apple trees, lilacs and tulips show off their blooms simultaneously. Thanks to the slow spring -- until the heat wave this week -- the spring blooms have had a long run. I've felt joyful and thankful all week long, and then stumbled across an embroidery I did when I was 13 years old of e.e. cummings' well-known poem, now faded. A candidate for the dye pot?
Lester following his bliss