I sew and quilt in spurts, but in spring my thoughts turn to the garden (I am an Earth sign) - gotta have my fix of loam, and spent the morning at the flea market picking up lots of veggie plants (much more affordable than Walmart or Lowe's). Stopped to visit a quilting friend to drop off some pieces for her postage stamp project, and came home. Spring sunshine calls me outside, can't hand quilt outside, too much pollen, so I dig, and weed, and trim, and smile. The UFO's are there, waiting for a rainy day,
" To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven - or as Pete Seeger wrote and, recorded by the Byrds - "to every season, turn, turn turn".