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.
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.
season can keep you going.
and today i was moved by this.