There I walked and admired the early spring beauty. Those stairs took you down to another set of steps that led to the creek below.
Some of our local crocheters and knitters got together for the weekend in Canterbury Hills, Ontario. We had a fabulous time. We crocheted, knitted, cross stitched, and one young lady was even spinning and making her own yarn. We ate and chatted and had truly a fantastic time.
I made a square with crochet thread and painted a woman, deep in thoughts, with watercolor crayons, started knitting a sock, crocheted a freeform scrumble, and knitted something a little bit. I also wrote my morning pages on Saturday morning, but Sunday morning pages are done with invisible ink. At least I can't find anything on the paper. Well, I might write something tonight. I like planning things, but doing something about them is another story.
Right now I am going to just take it easy and relax.