Memory pop

The season might be long gone, but I once knew of someone used to popsicles even in the harsh winter time. I never asked for a reason, but you could always count on having a few frozen treats within reach. And past the abrupt change in temperature, you could always rely on having material to continue your arts and crafts.

The result might be a far cry from what you get from polished wooden scraps, but there’s a charm in the simplicity. A fitting warmth of simpler times stitched together with a couple of strings.