On this Tuesday, beneath a cloud of volcanic ash, I’m thinking of spring.  Of late afternoon sun freckling shoulders, of beauty and blooming.  Blossoms bring a smile in spite of missing clothes, little girl loneliness, and the overwhelming newness of it all.  They set a tilted world right side up, or as near as you can get with only four pair of underpants and a mug the size of a thimble.  

I’m trying to enjoy the small gifts today in spite of the fact that all of our “essentials” are grounded in the US, while waiting for European air space to clear.  Join me at Chatting at the Sky for Tuesday’s Unwrapped.  See you there!