The indigo vat waited patiently and yesterday I realized it was ready. But last night the raccoons got into it.
Knocked it over .
It's been so long, and I was just about to get to it.
For a moment I felt sad.
I've a lot of blue scrap here though, and I have decided to make a quilt for my son. The Boy. So a lot of the scrap will get used. Many blue squares are piling up. It will be a summer blanket. Simple and blue. The kind I used to make in simpler times. It will probably take me the year to finish it. Leaving me with less and him with something useful.
Thank you raccoons, for reminding me I have enough. For now.
The steam has returned. Although the last few days were grand. Hot but dry.
Visitors over the weekend, but no stress really. Just faced what was in front of me without thinking about time. There is so much more of it when the computer is off. Phone too.
This is a zinnia, almost a bloom.
And then, almost not again. I lost track of the in between.I am aware that I am more focused on change. Lately. The form it takes.
No sleep came last night. Change is confusing. Thoughts seem bigger.
I might try this today...until the big storms move in anyway. Big rain last night. Just thunder at day break shook the ground. The house. Maybe it will be just a sound storm today Sometimes that happens. A good shake is good now and then.
I extracted some clips from a video I shot while sorting and undoing a tangle of thread and scrap because when I watched it and realized the sound was off and the focus was unadjusted, and well, I thought, this is boring but then I thought, not really...this is just how the day would be going if I was not explaining why or worrying and actually it was like this. A nice quiet day undoing a tangle and looking out the window now and then. With a friend.