Summer. Things grow and bloom and shift. Change.
But not as usual.
Here he is with his I'm not sure about you posture.
Things are green and lush here. Yet they don't seem right. The garden looks great. Smells great. But I feel uneasy. Fruit and vegetables hang so heavy they pull the branches to the ground. Yet don't ripen. As if in defiance. And I feel out of sync with it all. Helpless and Strange. I can't help thinking maybe, yes, it IS time for me to leave. Leave it be.
I made this pillow years ago. Before the blog. The Secret Garden Pillow. I posted a pic over on Instagram the the day. There was question about how I made this one. I think, since it was so long ago, I will simply make another. I can't help but imagine how different it might turn out. But I might get to show you a lot of the process it holds. It really was a sampler of things to come.
There really needs to ne a stray in there.
I have some stuff to finish up so I think it will be my August project. Maybe it might be a "stitch-a-long"? Secret Garden 2. Aka The Last Garden. Sometimes I name thoughts before they materialize. Because the dream is caught so easily. What would you name yours?