Little Smoke Cat

Spring is here. Little Smoke cat wants to be out hunting. She sits here, next to my sewing machine or on the ironing board and quivers and chatters at the birds. She has more energy than I do right now.

I guess I have run down. All the push and energy of taking down an exhibition and packing and shipping have given way to lassitude.

I am still stitching intermittently with purple and black buttonhole silk. That quilt is taking lots of yards of thread. I'm not working on it every day. I laid up another one; just to fold it up and put it under the cracker tin so that Sylvester wouldn't lay on it. I didn't like the way it laid out; my hands did not match the image in my head.

I'm working - sort of messing around - but not really putting my mind to it this week. In time, I will gather up my energy and get back to work. In the meantime I pet cats and dead head the rose garden.