This week has been odd and difficult: all the global suffering and Anthony's beloved grandad is sick to the point of the entire family racing the clock to get to Arkansas and must I mention to those who have husbands and lovers how hard it is to watch them ache? It breaks my heart.
He is leaving on Monday to go, five days earlier than our trip was supposed to be: it was to be a mirthful visit: I hope the tide turns and we all -- including Grandpa Larry -- get to have the time of our lives in the beautiful Ozark spring.
I have painted the second panel on my bee bag. I shall continue as the week progresses, praying while I paint that all things happen in their right time.