A cold and rainy day was a great excuse to not start my daily walking routine. Who really wants pneumonia?
There was a long-promised piece of repair work to do. Of course, mending called for the great annual cleanout of the river basket. I found things in there that have been missing for months! My favorite knife. A book of stamps. Lots of unspooled thread in nests. No mice.
So I bagged and sorted and discarded and relocated for a while. Got the mending done.
These bits were floating around under everything else. I'll keep them together and see if they strike up a voice.
That mending? About forty tiny, blind stitches. white on white. It looks like I was never there.