i made lemonade this morning. it has been a morning of doing the things i've been wanting to do, those things that get crowded out by the louder chores. i woke up at 5.18. first i checked on edgar, let him out into the yard to stretch and pee. i made a cup of russian tea. and in the stillness of early morning, i read my friend's manuscript. and loved every word of it. it was the perfect start to this day. the quiet tasks keep whispering to me. the lemonade is frosting on it's own shelf in the refrigerator. and i'm about to walk with edgar. and then there are squares waiting to be put into quilts.
so my day is happily and productively underway.