This happens to me every time the seasons change. I tend to re-evaluate my course...my direction. I get so stuck on things looking pretty, or should I say presentable (to whom, I don't know) in every phase and stage. Life is not always pretty. Seems like lots of others across blogland are writing about similar things. The process, showing up, not dwelling on outcome. You know the drill.... easier said than done. It's all part of the patchwork. That funky, crooked, handsewn, dirty patchwork of life. That's the good stuff.
Something totally different. I have no idea why I did it or where it's going (maybe the garbage). But it sure felt good to cut those little scraps of paper.
Good-bye winter. Hello spring!