how time flies

It seems like no time at all since my husband hit his finger on a log while sawing firewood in January..but here is the evidence. The top of the bruise was just peeping over his cuticle back then, and soon it will have grown out. Stop the clocks, throw away your calendars, measure the months in old bruises and fading scars. Time heals all wounds, or so they say.

An early blip today, so that I can relax for the rest of Sunday. Happy Easter, everyone!