We are waiting to go outside.
An early morning rain is a swell gift. It slows down the day just enough.
While sorting...I'm thinking about scraps. And stray stuff. How most folks might discard such stuff.
Not me. How my dreams are built from that. These little cloths give scraps a kind of new home. A place to be. A voice.
The indigo background here is not from Japan. I wove it. Of rescued indigo thread. Long ago.
In fact most everything in this post was rescued. Including the time it took to write it.
Somehow even an idea starts as a stray thought looking for a home. Love.
The rain stopped. Some yard clean up today. I have poison ivy on my left leg from yesterday. Today I will be more careful. It grows here no matter what and that is just the way it is.