springtime at frog creek
Despite the gusting winds, the rain, the puddles, the frost cuddling up to the strawberry blossoms this morning — or maybe because of all these — I know spring is here.
I see it in the broody hen, who growls at me and fluffs her stuff every afternoon when I steal her eggs away.
It’s there in the wildflowers and miner’s lettuce, clutched in eager fists.
And there, on Opening Day.
And here, in the first shorts of the year.
And always in the stitching, that anticipates the season even on the dreariest day, piecing together the promise of sunny afternoons ahead.
Find the tutorial for the Milkmaid Skirt here.