As April 30th rolls around, it's time to heave a sigh.
Poetry month comes to an end, away my rhymes will fly.
And as May bustles in, with all those flowers it brings.
We say farewell to poetry, until April once more springs.
That marks the end of the rhymes for another year, so I can return to my regular blogging. I have been slogging through the next pattern repeat of the Traveling Woman Shawl. I must also pick up the stitches for the second front band of the colorful baby Tulips Cardigan. The new project, the Tapestry Hitchhiker will probably come with me to my doctor appointment Monday.
The dusting pan I put in with The Girls (the chicks) got filled with water. (By the way, the girls seem much larger now. I'll need to get new pictures if we get some sun.)
It was an old roaster. But apparently, even with the lid, all the moisture collects around the rim and runs back into the pan. So instead dust, they have mud. Once it dries out, I may need to keep it under the coop section of their pen, away from the sides and rain.
And my big news today was that today I underwent the sacrament of reconciliation and had my first Holy Comunion in the Catholic Church. More than ever, it feels like home.