
In some ways, it feels the same as expecting a baby.
There are months upon months of planning, days upon days of preparation.
Lots of stretching.
The gathering of needed things.
And you wonder if the waiting really will one day come to an end, or will you be expecting forever?

It will come. It will, you hear yourself say.
So, in the waiting, you make things. That is what one does when expecting, right? You make things for this something new that’s coming into your life?
Like tea towels from the yards upon yards of natural linen, bought last summer on sale. Tea towels, nice and large, with wide hems and mitered corners, circles of applique, and a twill tape loop for hanging. Seven of them. Yes, indeed. At least seven.
Then you remember the vintage fabric sitting in that dresser drawer, and you think how easy it would be to transition from tea towels right into throw pillows, and, gracious, how about pot holders, too? Window shades?
Yes, yes, and yes.

And, of course, there is the ever-present Joy of Gardening lying open, there, dropping its good advice for growing whenever you have a minute to read a line or two.
When your hands are busy in soap suds and dinner dishes, you think of soil-block makers and seeds, compost and wide rows. You think, too, that it’s probably not a bit too early to start collecting canning jars from thrift store shelves.
And couldn’t you figure out some way to rig up some grow lights?
Hmm
This is the waiting.
Hello lovelies! Hello Monday! I have a feeling this day will be full of story books read-aloud and cups of tea with honey – just the thing for young ones beneath the weather. Have a love week’s beginning, friends!