Some days (like today), there are lots of things taking up space in my head. Thoughts and situations and plans just swirl. . . and swirl. . . and swirl.
When the swirling begins, I like to sort things out by . . . digging in the soil; playing with roots and shoots and fruits; smelling the earth; getting dirty.
But today, this is my reality. I can't scratch that itch. No digging today -- at least, not in soil. No potting going on here. Not yet.
Today, I'll just have to sort out the swirl with a cup of tea. . . and a little moss stitch.