I'm startled to see that it has been 8 days since I posted. But, really, if you were here, doing this, would you be thinking about blogging?
My new favourite thing to do, and the number one reason that none of my family's dinners has been on time for, like, days.
There's something so satisfying about the whickering wheel, wind in the trees behind my house, and industrious birdsong all mingling together into a contented, busy euphony. I could spend whole days here.
Yesterday a butterfly came to rest on one maiden as I was spinning. It was only there for a second before it wafted away.
The weekends are full of my neighbours' power tools and top-forty radios, but Monday through Friday, after all their cars have charged off for work and daycare, the birds and the wheel and I make a gentler music for my neighbourhood.