I love the beginning of things. Mornings – especially like this one full of bright sunlight and fog hanging in the valleys. There’s a dress in here friends.

Beginnings like:

the first sip of coffee or wine.

the glimpse of s slip of fabric turning into magic.

and a hellebore’s sleepy head rising from a cold ground.

I don’t know about you but I’ve been waiting on winter. I need a little cold snap and a soft snow falling to feel like I’m ready to start anew. Today felt so like spring I couldn’t begrudge being stood up by winter any more. I let it go and threw my arms wide to spring… Now it’s bound to snow