Waiting for the rain to stop .......

Hope
Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

I made a new skirt out of re purposed material that I got for free from the clean scrap recycling center. I think it may have actually been a bed sheet because it looks like it has been washed a million times, that material is super soft. We're keeping busy fighting off the sugar ants, drinking tea, reading good stories....and waiting for the rain to stop.