I'm working hard to get ready for the Santa Fe show, lots of juicy new beads and jewelry.
The year is turning, the birds are coming back. In the last few days I have seen mourning doves and grackles and heard my first red winged blackbird of the year. The cardinals are singing like mad creatures, fiercely red. The sun has been shining and the sound of trickling water is everywhere...melting snow, melting ice. The lake is still a plain of white, but soon, soon.