reaching out...

when the light comes calling

I can not resist

coming out of the shadowy places

gathering up 

pink gauzey strips

blood orange and tea dyed

folded and waiting in the spice bowl 

sunshine

a breezy fluttering 

the warm scent of tea and cinnamon 

and

as the snow melts

I am reaching out 

to spring...

thank you Judy for your inspiration 

xox - eb.