Open Post
Kyllikki is sitting on the porch, embroidering a belt with birds and vines. The noonday sun is warm enough that she doesn't need a coat or a shawl, and she is smiling at the warmth of the day and humming little snatches of a cheery-tuned song (that is actually about a bride whose mother-in-law worked her like a slave). Go ahead and bother her if you like.