Better now

Whatever blackness woke me up yesterday has receded. Thank you to everyone who asked and offered help and good thoughts about it. I don't believe for a minute that whatever prompted it will never come again, but I'm trying to stay well within the moment and not worry about it. I slept some in the early afternoon -- well, I rested while an almost-3 year old climbed all over me and said, "I'm not making noise. I'm not moving around." She's in the "say it and it is true" age.

Maybe I'll try that!

Today she woke me early and I've gotten an awful lot accomplished as a result.

And . . . the camera has decided to spontaneously fix itself (who knows how long it will last) so I can show you some of the delightful things going on here. Whoopie!

I assure you that this isn't a totally representative picture of either the lovely yarn and sock or of my leg. Do you think the phrase "well-turned ankle" comes from wood turning? It's been bothering me lately, not knowing the origin, that is.


I hope to have the first one completed today.

New home for the bees


and another helper for next time:


There is much to rejoice in, even when things feel bleak inside.