Angel pinks. Our plum tree and our 'Ave Maria' camellia. All winter the beauty of these frosty, frothy petals was just waiting, waiting. They are the very first of our yard's signs of spring.
I've been thinking about flowers a lot. Designing little sprigs for a new cross-stitch sampler. I have very many ideas for this lately. I feel like I have to work on the ideas when I have them or I'll totally forget them. My spouse is so indulgent of my crazes. I spend hours and hours plotting tiny colored boxes on a grid. He builds fires and brings me chips and salsa and makes chili on Sunday. To his delight, I balk not at watching National Treasure. Twice. We are a good duo.
There are icy snowflakes on every rooftop, but also little birds singing in the tree. Our bird feeder is abuzz with the business of brown sparrows. I like their frantic, frittering ways. I like their twitchy visits. They seem lighter than postage stamps. Sometimes they look right into the window where I sit (plotting stitches): Hello, you.