let’s not

That time we moved the bed and that night neither of us could sleep because we had a new side, and after midnight we flipped and tried sleeping at the foot of the bed and it still didn’t feel right, and the only good things that came out of it were you found your chess set, and I found where I put all the kitchen cotton, and the next day I made your sleepy face some coffee and a bedroom colored dishcloth, and yes I love you, but no, I still don’t want to play chess.

(P.S been trying every excuse to work these lovely cafe hooks, going back to my very beginnings of utility crochet 💕)

Ready

The grey days, the false starts, the melt, the mud, the fresh restlessness of seeing bare ground. The warmth of constantly being above freezing and an end to bundling and unbunling whenever you go anywhere. Feeling small, new, little green things (who knows what they are) poking out of the bleek landscape. I’m ready for new projects, bubbling over with ideas and longing for straight from the garden vegetables, I’m ready for you spring. 💕