Imperfection.  I wonder why it makes us uncomfortable? It is still a kind of holding. Reassured that  Magnolia will bloom this season.  It is freezing again this morning, but she will make it.  Last year was so sad, but it wasn’t the end. Only small stitching could happen during the man’s eye surgery.  It was so quick and the staff so efficient and friendly, I spent most of my time engaged in conversation.

Categories: imperfection, questions • Tags: Season, Small cloth