Hello everyone. Well, it's a new reality now, a new world. I'm trying to cultivate and nourish my awareness of little Agnes as a spirit now. It's difficult because I miss her form so much. Still, there is definitely a sense of her about.
I've been stitching on my grandson's quilt, and here's a bit of that:
Went for a walk in the big park...lots of moss and drippy wetness:
Next a little newt crawled by. In the spring the Rangers close a road up here so the newts can travel undisturbed.
And then, I visited the Little Farm where the happy pig slept. I think she was dreaming of her babies who were under the heat lamp.