Finally saw Bright Star and loved it. I've walked those steps in Rome. Loving too Shelley's elegy to Keats.
I've decided against adding the mustard wool to Cohen's granny square blanket and hope to add to it over time to make a single bed sized blanket for him, for as long as he will let me have it on his bed.
I've been thinking about the memories held within our four walls and what it will mean if the house sells. How exciting and strange that would be. Wondering what's to come and whose living in the house now that will eventually become our home.