the 52 project.
Portraits of my main squeezes, every week.
O, this week you…
…waited patiently, and not so patiently, for me to get better.
…did not come down with it. This is a beautiful thing.
C, this week you…
…took such good care of me, even though you had only just recovered. You drank the fire tonic that my stomach couldn’t handle and I watched you get better while I drifted further into fever-land.
We’re all better now, today I really feel it. So, running clothes on, I’m going out to bathe in the healing light of Spring sunshine. I may not actually run this morning, but I could surprise myself. The human body loves to make a good comeback.
So, in the spirit of easing gently back into the pace of things, here are my loves together. Nonna and Nonno were here all that week before our collapse into the clutches of Strep A, and we took a most delightful trip to The Book Mill. We had a pretty hilarious lunch and enjoyed an afternoon playing around in western MA. I have more to share about that, but in a near-future post.
I have two days left to prepare for the Wild and Woolly Weekend in Proctorsville, VT and then the following day I’ll be shipping my remaining inventory to Clover Hill Yarn Shop, where the lovely Jolene will be taking my wares for consignment at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival. A few new things I have had up my sleeve will have to wait, as I lost five important days of production time to bacteria. Oh, well. Spilled milk. Moving on.
Oh, and I managed a Literary Traces post yesterday…a little thing about coming through the funk and breathing in a new day.