I imagine that someday, sometime, what I expect to happen just might not. For now, I am grateful to have these ripening tomatoes. And the reassurance of their continuing.
I stitched this early this morning. It is not a 9 patch, but I really like these colors together. I am looking and thinking how one thing might replace another. How that might be less obvious over time. And simply seem like continuing.
It is way cold. June 2. 46 degrees. A hot day or two in between. But it's ok.
We've little invested for food growing this year.
Except for greens. Greens grow well in the cool.
But really, that's all we really eat, or need to eat.
Grains and beans and greens.
Wild Raspberries are taking over here. Now that we let them. And the grapes are doing well on their own. Growing over dead brush from hurricane Sandy. Blueberries will yield plenty but probably after we are gone. Fruit. The rest is just now obtained through support of local growers here. It's what they do to get by. Fair enough.
So many thoughts about why we get so tangled up in the doing that which unbalances the way things could just be. And be fine.
There are lots of flowers though. Just growing.
This is a photo collage. An accidental window. Lily buds over a stitched cloth I call Nine for Growth. In process.
There are thoughts about growth as Design Mending.
One thing over another and New Form. The thing that might run through it. Hold it together Because this is how my mind works. A lot.
After summer like days it is colder. 48 this morning, it will barely get to 60 today. It's way cold for May, especially at night. The garden is slow. But it's ok. I can just put a sweater on. The caterpillars that have already begun on the oak leaves, cold slows them and sometimes stops them. So ok. Good.
The man and the beast are sleeping in. Not me. Up at 4. I have things I want to do and I am going to do them.
Yesterday, I posted this on Instagram. How the light painted the wall. To look like cloth. I love this. How it happened. How I noticed and caught it. Because now it is gone.
This new camera is different. I have to think more about how pictures work.
The moth was on the window through which this picture was taken. I meant to focus on that. Too close to be in focus without fiddling with settings, . I like how it is confusing for a moment. I think the moth seems bigger because it is blurry. And instead of out of focus it seems to be The Focus here. Funny thing, focus.
Not new things, just patching them together to make them useful.
The top from an old garlic keeper. Clay. The bottom broke. I had to grind the holes a bit larger to fit the incense sticks.
The little jug, an old mustard crock. From a time when I was into mustard. Now I am just into crocks.
The blue bowl, Dad bought in New Mexico. My parents used to go camping across the States. And my dad used to seek out this particular potter. He used to sell somewhere out there. Blue bowls. I took one after Mom died. My brother has the others.
The cloth... Nine for Peace. Now aka A Newer World Order. Part of the Crossroads series.
I am thinking a lot about which things I will keep when we move. We want to stay loose and light.