how morning SUN shown down upon the cloth
and when i went out to feed this morning, there upon the bale was the baby dove. i had to get to the feed so moved slowly, explaining what i was doing and he/she fluttered clumsily over to the ladder.
and i was carrying flakes of hay when a dust devil appeared out of nowhere...eyes full of hay and dirt and whatever else and i just rubbed it away am came in to continue stitching. when it came time to go to the dump, i was half way out of the door before i realized i didn't really know if i'd even combed my hair. this was 2:30 in afternoon. and when i looked, i laughed, thinking of Saskia's pics of herself the other day....
and then...here is where we've come to. a LOT of single thread stitching here to there and back. it doesn't seem like much, but it took the whole day.
and when i went out to do the evening feed, little bird had managed to go less than a foot away to the chain saw.
and i'm thinking that this daily reporting is not so great. i'm not exactly sure what would be better, but it is very mundane. and even though we celebrate the sacred in the ordinary, this might be going too far. ????? so am thinking about leaving the minutia to celebrate itself and not keeping this every day thing going. It IS what i watch and Live. but for others, i don't know. kind of Duh.