Holiday Weekend

Three-day weekends are greatly appreciated around these parts, especially when the wind chill brings temperatures down to unbearable lows and the snow drifts are taller than kindergarteners.  I spent much of the time with The Kettle Slayer, cooking, eating, talking. All the things we don’t seem to do enough of during the busy days.

Today I drove up the mountain for an afternoon of laughter and productivity.  I wound bunches of yarn and mended gloves before they were unmendable.

We made a cake!

I took some time to think about the new quilt, wondering if adding another fabric for the center panel will work.

Yesterday’s sermon has been rattling around my head too. Echoes of what I keep telling the bears and telling myself: more grace, less judgment. Not the easiest task except when you let it be easy. More grace, less judgment. I am practicing.