Brightly wishing for Spring!
Attended an art critique session
a blank canvas
surrounded by stitch just seemed to make sense.
Handy Hubby flew back home.
Way off in the distance I spied my first heron of the year.
Back in the studio I'm stitching black
and listening to those noisy merlin
who seem to be settling into the very same tree as last year.
Happy belated Mother's Day.