I even found a little time to be in the studio to paint today. I am looking forward to even the smallest moments there again in the coming days. I could do with a little sewing and mending as well. There's always that. But this was good-painting. I hummed to myself the whole time.
There was the walk on the beach. Not many shells today, but the view in this April sunshine was treasure enough.
While I was happily painting, Alex and the kids were out in the garden planting some early and hardy crops--spinach, purslane, lettuce, tatsoi and peas. They got a bit of a chill, but they were all content and happy, rosy-cheeked and hungry, or course.
We have many busy weekends ahead, so it was a gift to have this weekend to ourselves, productive and full of meaningful tasks that brought us joy. Is it possible we are nearing the end of April already? Goodness, time does fly.
Waking up to a fresh, clean house is priceless. :)
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