How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
Someday we will look back on these days and say to ourselves, in our cracked old voices, “Well, honey, I don’t know how we did it back then.”
With friends and needy and grieving and isolated and savoring, I went creative: the paintbrush and the hammer and the string making patterns I could follow.
Today I would like to introduce you to Farmhouse Soaps: a line of handcrafted goods made in the kitchen of my friend Wendy Zook.
Yes, there were a few in your list that sounded fun to me, and no, I am not going to tell you which ones until I try. I’m grateful for the leads!
Confession: Sometimes I don’t even like Sundays anymore, though they used to be one of my favorite days, because – no mail. I can’t thank you enough for the happy pictures and notes showing up in my box these days. You brought me a great deal of joy! Special thanks to those who sent tea, […]