So. The wood part. That has to do with my son. Who has agreed to build a loom (!) according to my drawn plans. How nice is that? But then it has to do with wood scrap. His scraps of self. And mine.
How sweet it is. On this day when this little square-ish scrap reminds me of my basket self. And little things often overlooked become useful.
The camp ground has been put in order. Actually, just stopped worrying about it.
And I really like this. Which a friend kindly shared today.