When I dive deeply into reading books that usually means that something is going on that I want to avoid. Books are such fabulous travel agents! And therapists, and old friends... As comforting as a bite of my mother's banana sandwich, and as effective as a tranquilizer dart.
I'm not exactly sure what this binge is about - because that's the point, right? Read read read - no thinking allowed! And I've been afraid to write here because, yes, now I am having to think. But not too much. I'm not ready to address my disquiet just yet.
So, here are a few random pictures from our yard. I'll bombard you with crochet later. And I promise to read all of your posts, even if I don't manage to comment.