When I last wrote to you it was January and now it's May and the peonies are blooming. So much has happened. My world has changed, our world has changed.
winter love
Hello sweet friends, I'm writing to you from a Saturday afternoon in mid-January, where the light is ever so perceptibly beginning to return. I noticed it two days ago. Morning light came a little sooner and evening arrived a little later. The thin snow melted and something stirred inside me--like a seed roused beneath the soil…
