A smidge to say

On such a sultry evening as this, one cannot expect me to have a lot of words to share.  I keep it minimalistic:

I made a bag.  It holds my buttons.  I think it's fun.  I liked making the rope.

Other than that, the flowers are pretty, the ground is dry, and I have had an interesting weekend of ups and downs and something in between.

Alas, I have run out of words!  If I could explain the feeling wrapped around my heart, I could write a few pages worth, but I can only reveal that the hazy sunlight streaming through the birch and the little breeze rustling the branches gives me a queer bubble of anticipation.  Perchance you feel the same?