For reasons I will not mention, I'm relocating to a new blog. I hope it won't be bombarded by insults from a certain bane that recently entered my sanctuary. I cross my fingers that certain somebodies won't even be aware of the existence of A Fortnight of Mustard.
Why "A Fortnight of Mustard"?
It's merely a random pairing of words within eye-shot of my computer, but it's adopted a meaning. Or perhaps I've discovered the meaning. Faith the size of a mustard seed can move a mountain. (I don't recall the verbatim Bible quote.)
Then my sister gave me a ball of mustard-colored yarn. "Knit a prayer," she said. And so I begin. Perhaps it'll take a fortnight to come to fruition.