dogwood

Only February, and the mercury has hit 80. And my body is rebelling. I almost fainted in yoga class yesterday, only to come home, revive, and find myself awake until 3 am. At least I put those insomniac hours to good use: I knit a dogwood flower.


I don't know what came over me, except that the desert heat must have had me craving the blossoms of a cool, damp, woodland spring.