whispering white - softly starting

a late snow drowns the daffodils in white and i warmly gather white indoors

white work, more than i thought at first

wedding shirt, small clothweave, layers of white stitch and cloth, 

more layers of cloth stuffed with white, finished and waiting for more

digital white put together

textures, marks and forms in white

the soft snow storm outside mirrors my mental white storm

now i turn to catching it on paper

white-storming

the pace is slower this time, i don't feel the urge to plunge in and begin something, taking my time is good - i am uncertain about where white and i will go - at first i thought "what if i don't do white?"  "why do white?", but that's just me questioning the lead as usual - so i'll go with the flow ... and the flow is gathering me as i gather my whites - somehow the fresh snow falling  has come at the right time for this .... by covering the minimal signs of spring it makes thoughts of white come easily

two days ago the threat of snow was unsettling, threatening plans for an outing and  meeting with my mother, but it held off for just long enough and now it gives me permission to snuggle in