... Never mind.

Oh boy. This is embarrassing. The first appearance of Blind Bird Books at the Blim market in the coming month has officially been cancelled - not out of laziness, I assure you, but out of a reshuffling of priorities. It's spring, though the grey skies speak of November, and I have caught the gardening bug. Our mini-farm and its planning, as well as my upcoming move and the glory of Pascha, have left me and my handsome colleague with little time for cutting, folding, and stitching. Even knitting has fallen by the wayside, and if you know me, you know that's a big change.

Once the seedlings are out in the beds and our main agricultural tasks are weeding and composting, once all the decisions have been made for the season, there will be time to build up a decent inventory. Until then, I have planting charts to assemble.

Ah, dear. This Lent has been a wild one, and the Blind Bird studio is in a state of extreme transition! Just as I was settling into the last space I inhabited, getting used to the single window that didn't open et cetera, the time has come to move on again. I doubt I'll feel at home in a place until late in May - which, incidentally, is when Blind Bird will be at Blim's monthly market at the Heritage Hall on Main. May twenty-second, folks: the books and birds and me in our big debut.