While the forsythia already shows the first sign of buds after last week's mild temperatures, the curious chickadee still watches me refilling the bird feeders in its Winter coat of puffed up feathers after this week's freezing temperatures.
At times, commissioned work leaves me with extra words. Pages, sometimes chapters of them. Outdated contents in their original form, and yet at the root they still pack the same beauty, their singular power.
My final commission is now out there, part of this season of giving. I package journals with intention: a pressed fern between pages; a meaningful word; one of my photo note cards to match the overall feel of the gift.