In its place

 

No, I’ve always been in my place….maybe not in my lane, but in my place.

I hung this back up yesterday. It’s what I see first thing when I wake up. I tat the fuchsia blossoms and hummingbird many years ago as a gift to my mother. It took me longer to cover the ring and secure then netting than it did to tat the lace. I brought it back when we cleared the home after my Mom died. Now it reminds me of her love and how special I am.