handstories

clearly

    Sometimes seeing it all can wear one out.

landscaping

    There is so much I should be doing . . . shoulda, coulda, woulda.

49 . . . whoosh

It's March again.  

The years are whipping by.

   Almost a year since the start of this. 

    Square 35 - rose flannel, the year Blue was born.  To the left of it, square 34, for a baby we didn't get to meet.

    Square 39 - polka dot for Moon's year.   Sqare 40 - a favorite scrap from a quilt made in honor of turning 40 (though I didn't finish it until 42, and funny, the quilt ended up having 42 squares).

    The birds of square 49 - another favorite.  I just noticed that some of the birds seem upside down, maybe it's an illusion of taking flight.  I feel upside down lately, I will hope it is a similar illusion.

    Tick tock . . . better get stitching.

february

    Going along, wishing for a Leap Day.

    There is a mathmatical logical explanation, I know, but I find it fascinating that February is only the outer two-ish rings.