Stitching squares on a new mandala from old cloth scraps and cannibalized pieces of digital mandalas…with the morning news saying the same old (new) thing. We need to stay hunkered down a bit longer for the sake of each other more than ourselves. Dirty dishes still waiting (for my hands) in the sink, weeds still growing in the long down hill path to my front door.
I already miss the rain.
photo © Elsah Cort