Soon it will be the end of Daylight Savings Time and we'll receive a gift. An hour. Sixty full minutes. All ours. All free. I know it's just the hour we lost a few months ago, but it feels as if it's free. Now I know the purist would say that the hour actually came at 2 a.m. and that we all slept it away but who wants to accept that? Not me! You've got it, but you don't even know you've got it? I don't think so.
plan to spend my extra hour early in the morning,
picking out fabrics for some quilt blocks, drinking a cup of tea, and listening to the birds welcoming the dawn.
I'm grateful for the time I've had and for any time still remaining to me.