We are buried in snow these days… so I'm using my iPhone to capture the beauty and remind me of what an enchanted world I live in.
Slipping away to my mother's cozy barn always feels a bit dreamy. Yesterday I spent the morning quietly stitching a handmade coin purse (made from a red woolen blanket) for a February birthday girl.
The rest of my day was non-stop action, but those hours of meditative silence among the trees carried me through. I hadn't forgotten how therapeutic hand sewing was, but I did wonder why I haven't done more of it this winter.
So I'm dreaming of more slow stitching through the snowy days that lie ahead…