Monday, April 20, 2020

the eyes to see wild treasures


There was a time, surely not that long ago, that one of my children would burst  through the back door, leaving it wide opened in a flurry of excitement, in their little clinched fist would be a small bunch of clover heads, buttercups and dandelion flowers. With beaming faces of joy I was handed these wild treasures. 


On this April day I did not have little hands to gather these wild treasures and bring them to me, so I picked my own. 

Be Ye Glad

I penned a little note this morning to send away to my sewing friend thanking her for hosting our Sewing Group just this past Saturday in he...