I just had to show you another shot of the paperwhites on my windowsill. They won't quit. How can I give up trying if those little flowers keep going and going?
I'm wrapped up in an old quilt my grandmother made and I'm drinking Earl Grey Tea tonight with a bit of Winter White honey from the Savannah Bee Company. If you're ever in Savannah, pay them a visit. They have a honey-tasting bar and the best honeys I have ever tried.
This week has been all about home improvement projects. I'll show you some photos later this weekend. A few posts back I asked what you do to seek comfort when you're down. So many of you wrote with insights and remedies that I was comforted just in the reading of your words. Several times I have thought about what Ange said about getting lost in concentration, in the doing of one's work; as she put it, "[I] become what I am doing." That is one of the best remedies I know. So, hammers and paintbrushes and nails and screws have been just what the doctor ordered (in this case my husband, who is a Ph.D. and not a "real" doctor, but he's pretty good in a pinch). Speaking of my husband, have I told you that I have the best one in the world? I know many of you do, too. Aren't we lucky? This morning mine brought me a bunch of unopened daffodils. Each time I glanced at them throughout the day, they revealed a tiny bit more yellow.
Promise. Just what I needed.