Whispering breezes, birds singing & clanking windcatchers-
it's cold out on the porch in Buxton.
A few days ago, I was nervous about returning, and starting work again. Anxiety about finding an apartment and the whole thing. One of these days I think that life will feel more settled, but I'm not sure.
Olden days, revisited for my birthday.
I haven't cross-stitched in 18 years.