Yesterday, we, mended this old hand broom. It was here, by the fireplace, when we moved in. The straw was falling out, probably because we were using it so much. I got some old string and a tapestry needle (big eye, blunt end) and began repair. The Man looked and said, "No, that's not the way to do it. Let me try." I snapped back with, "What? Like I don't know about stitching?" He responded, as he mostly does, "It's not a contest." He stitched it back in place after wrapping the top tightly with some old wire. "I learned this in grade school." he said. I trimmed the ends and added the cloth without saying anything. In those moments, Love grew beyond ourselves.
And the little broom is useful again.
I have a lot of emails to catch up on from these last few days.
And more snow is coming.
A few days away and then I will be back with some new thought catching.