Quietly Blooming

PussyWillowsHello dears, just checking in to let you all know we’re laying low around here this week, taking some time in the chill and damp of dark January to regenerate a little. Gathering our resources, pooling our energy so that we can emerge, soft and new, just like these sweet gentle pussy willow branches my Mama brought me. Back next week with more adventures. Like Meags says, hearts need to rest. xx.


Author: loiseaufait

Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion. Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).

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