this morning i am holding the conversation close. framing it up and adding some memory of patchwork which is always a resting place for me.
i ran out of words a couple of days ago . this conversation is going somewhere without words. i am using that to get back. allowing some sympathy for my mood.
yesterday i was quite pleased when i removed a few strips of cloth from the rose colored liquid made from red onion skins, petunias and oak water and vinegar. boiled for a while and the rested for a week or so. cotton, linen silk. they each have their own character.
and so things seem rosier today.
and the dogwood is playing right along.
season can keep you going.
and today i was moved by this.
