pins and providence

"You 'flee' to the desert not to escape neighbors but to grasp more fully what the neighbor is - the way of life for you, to the degree that you put yourself at their disposal in connecting them with God."

                                      -  Rowan Williams, Silence and Honey Cakes

 I've been looking at the grass - it's brown everywhere. But when I stare at it, I notice that it is turning. It wants to turn green! Meanwhile, the month is half over and it hasn't been bad, just some wild wind now and again. There was a blizzard, but it wasn't here.

I always feel discombobulated after going out in the middle of the day. Like I've lost my tempo, have to regroup. But I managed to change the sheets, do the laundry, wash dishes, iron, provide some supper - and do some reading. A minimum.

"'What does providence mean?' asked Meg.

'Good management,' said Lucilla. 'It's also a name we give to God when His management is not what ours would have been under the circumstances.'"

                             -  from The Heart of the Home, by Eliz. Goudge

I cut out the pieces for my next skirt, but realized I should iron it before anything else. It was beautiful out, and I am weeding wintery sweaters from my closet, one by one. Last month was very cold, and the library was especially chilly for some reason - I discovered that revived a few shawls which have languished for years in drawers and the closet. But I was needing a shawl pin, so I found a few on Amazon and wore one as a pin the other day.

A bird on a branch - nice and springy.