i had spread the big bag of wooden beads
out on the kitchen island and begun to sort them
before i realized how gorgeous the light streaming in the windows was.
i am so happy with how these old wooden beads,
salvaged from a hanging screen that was beyond repair,
look in the big glass jars my mum saved
after we ate skads of sweet fruit salad
out of them as children.
i am, admittedly, not much of a cleaner…
so let the spring sorting and regrouping begin!