Thursday, February 15, 2007

I wish I were a poet

If I were a poet, I would write a sonnet about the beauty of hand-knit wool socks, made by Meg, that arrive in the mail on a cold February afternoon.

But since I am not a poet, pictures will have to do:

The warm, shining goodness of them makes my feet happy! Thank you, Meg - and have a great weekend at the beach with Penny and Laurie. I'll be praying for you all!

Labels: ,


Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home