the bells sounded during our walk this morning. the 8.00 bells. the heat wasn't baking down on the day yet as we walked around the neighborhood. i saw our neighbor across the harbor with his 3 year old watching the boats and talked to another neighbor as she headed out on a road trip to pennsylvania, and as we reached home, walking past the wonderful tree in the front garden i found this thick grassy nest, tucked against the trunk and among the remnants of lavender. nests always amaze me. the soft cushion of dried grass and leaves is so dreamy. especially in the branches of a leafy tree.
i'll be sewing on the porch today. my hands are turning brown like a gardeners. i work outside in the sun but i dig through paper and fabric instead of the dirt.
my parents just phoned as i was writing this. from russia. they're in st. petersburg. the overseas delay repeating my own voice back to me is always a delight more than an annoyance. i love the excitement of it. they are off to the ballet tonight....but their luggage has yet to arrive, so they must make do with their 3 day old travelling clothes. and i must head to the studio.

sunday morning in silence. although there were bells about an hour ago. it may be that it's easter, but there are so often bells, maybe it's every sunday. i have a little fire going to chase the chill from the air. i'm drinking my tea cooled with milk and sweetened with a touch of sugar. the orchid that my parents placed in my care while they are gone has burst one of it's buds into a flower. the sun seems to be around today so i'll hang laundry on the line. and i have boiled my biggest mason jar in preparation for spring and the gallons of iced tea it's about to hold. edgar is waiting for his breakfast, but in a leisurely sunday way rather than the eager lets get going weekly way. i'll get him his food. it's been a wonderful morning.