The magnolias are like a held breath. They bloom and hold for a few heartbeats before they exhale and drop their petals.
This year somehow it seems like Spring just keeps giving and giving and giving and I'm glad. I have had need.
This week has been about checking things off and the regular parts of life. And even though it's not as stimulating as being eyeball deep in creative work there's something satisfying about the time you can spend doing work that isn't complicated or full of decisions. It's not a twelve step process. It's simple and faithful and the rhythm is comforting like the rockers of a rocking chair on a hard wood floor.
Now at the end of the week, chores done, a tiny trip to Cincinnati, for the Midwest Great Homeschool Convention. Even though we don't have children yet, it's not too late to start thinking. The classes and seminars look outstanding and honestly there are more than a few that I'm interested in, not even in a pre-mom sort of way. I do love travel. Even small travel. More to come on this over the weekend.