Spirit Cloth

A Mother's Day

Staying with Mom for the weekend.

7:30 AM   Rain.  More Rain... 

8:30 AM   Cloth.  Gentle cloth...

Mom sleeps late. I sew.

9:00 AM Time for more Coffee.

11:00  AM   The sun is out.   And so is the crab apple.  The rain knocked off a lot of the blossoms,  but not all of them.

12:08 PM   Cloth changes with a quiet day. Mom naps.  A few fallen crab apple petals remembered, the need for some blue sky.  Because  that's the way the day unfolds.

3:30PM  a bit of mending... right after my son remembered to call and say he loves me. 

A bit Later:  Puzzles and  thoughts of transformation. 

5:06 PM  Big wind,  and time to fix dinner.

7:29 PM...  flowers from across the country, wine,  naps.

Goodnight.

Maybe about Earth

 

I'm not sure I have said a lot about this cloth, although it has been in process for quite a while.   I stitch on it once in a while.  I did a little more.  Maybe for Earth day.   It uses a lot of the browns I dyed last year.  It has the feel of earth to me.  Some kind of natural order.  With a little bit of the unexpected.
I think I will leave most of the empty space. 

 

Give the earth a rest.

 

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Mom's Fridge on a Friday in February.  And feeling rather  amazed knowing that is post is # 2343.  Now I am counting,  just to see how long I can keep going.

Thank you for all your stories yesterday.  I really enjoyed  your participation.   I let  the winner be determined  by an outpouring of love which came by way of email.  I let your love decide.   A little love story came out of it all.  So Karen,  please send me an address.  

Today is Friday, another Friday passing with out a Magic Feather Cloth post.  Being at Mom's   for an extended period of time without break is   keeping me from my regular activities.   Once March arrives, and my bother returns from the West Coast, I will have more time .  He will help  and things will balance out a bit.

I'm giving this one away.  Write me a  love story  in 30 words or less.  

The snow passed by, the sun is out, and there is Dancing in the streets.

(And a  little sale in the shop  for those who couldn't decide between 101 and Whispering Hearts.)

Into a new season

A small journey in process. 

Most likely, the beast will  survive, changed and wiser.

Celebrating new form.

Safe Journey.