Love in the Desert

I spent last weekend in Arizona meeting a childhood friend's 14 week old. Here we are holding hands while he sleeps. He had a tight little grip on my pinky. His tummy would rise and fall so quickly with his breath. I guess little lungs have to work overtime.



We also went to Las Estrellas Park to visit a special cactus planted in memory of his big brother. I am always struck by the harsh beauty of the desert. At the end of the day, I crave my irises and the verdant green of spring, but I love that life finds a way to survive out here.

A touch of Spring

One good thing about having friends having babies is that a knitter is never short of projects. This is a little lightweight hat for an Easter baby. Who knows, maybe it will still fit when the fall winds begin to blow.