The funeral was beautiful. Held in a small church with gleaming, cobalt blue windows. It was simple and peaceful. It felt good to be surrounded by everyone else who loved him. The weather was nice, too. The first warm weather funeral I've attended. And, of course, the trip was book-ended by the three hour drive back and forth. It was a good time to lay back and think and dream and chat, watching the farms and the fields go by, almost in slow motion.
I'm happy to be busy this week. I have lots of projects listed on my chalkboard, waiting for attention. I'm excited about them, waiting to see what spills out onto the paper. Such a relief to see something form.
Don't forget about the Costume Contest! I've gotten a couple of submissions so far. Send in yours!