Hope is such a powerful word. I am dreaming of spring's tender green shoots, no glimpses as yet in the dark brown earth, but I know they are waiting. . . .
This yearning for green was evident in a recent dye day:
I follow a couple of blogs. One of my favorite being Tongue in Cheek. She recently wrote about medals and how we all deserve one. I loved her words: "For waking up in the morning and putting our best foot forward. For stopping and listening to a child when we are in a hurry. For loving one another even when we would rather turn our backs. For believing that darkness never conquers."
Simply wonderful words for a bleak day in Midwinter as I dream of green.
Until later.
Cecelia
