The snow is all gone, but I am still here.
I am similar to the river we live on: sometimes I disappear around a bend, or behind a stand of trees, or under white blocks of snow covered ice ... but I am still here, flowing along and being me.
My apologies to my readers who have been here looking for a new post, some photographs, and perhaps a bit of inspiration ... or a knitting pattern or two. I appear to have taken the winter off from writing, although I did not set out to do so.
I have been quite busy with family life, enjoying my little granddaughter, and painting in preparation for my art show, which will be opening in June.
Give me a couple of days, and I will post a blog ... the first of many for this somewhat old new year.
~firefly
I remain, yours ...
The snow is all gone, but I am still here.
I am similar to the river we live on: sometimes I disappear around a bend, or behind a stand of trees, or under white blocks of snow covered ice ... but I am still here, flowing along and being me.
My apologies to my readers who have been here looking for a new post, some photographs, and perhaps a bit of inspiration ... or a knitting pattern or two. I appear to have taken the winter off from writing, although I did not set out to do so.
I have been quite busy with family life, enjoying my little granddaughter, and painting in preparation for my art show, which will be opening in June.
Give me a couple of days, and I will post a blog ... the first of many for this somewhat old new year.
~firefly
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