
“Loooooooo-k!” Thalia spies a tiny flower embedded in the knit of her mitten. “It’s a sign!”
“Yes.” Nia tosses her mittens onto the shelf. “A sign that we walked through a wintering field of weed remnants.”
“Or…” Calliope considers, “a reminder that spring is on its way?”
When the winds of change blow, remember… sometimes what appears dead is simply preparing for a new season.
~ Jane Lee Logan
A note from Loveletterist:
I had a follow-up appointment with my oncologist this week.
All is well — as best we can tell!
The visit reminded me of how the muses and their generous readers helped me through the dog days of c.
Thank you!
Great news, Gail, on all fronts! Cleared from any needless cancer brooding. ☑️ And for those fortunate enough to be triple teamed by a Band of Muses, “Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines!” ☑️
NOTE: lay in a supply of creator tools. Brushes, Pink Pearl erasures, vivid oils, drawing paper “just so” in its dimensions, the list could go on!
I was so happy to see you in my inbox! YAY! Thank you, Gail and muses. You're a blessing. I'm so happy for you regarding your follow-up— WOOHOO!