I bought new blue boots for wading up the creek to the spring, where the watercress is growing thick.
I really like the red stripe around the bottom. I'm avoiding working on taxes by weaving more scarfs, with barred crosses, more black twigs, and a ladder to Beulahland (wherever that may be). Picking water cress. Let's not talk about my politics today. Sofie's here now (my youngest daughter).