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The Dandelion Patch.
To the first yellow of May.
A thank you.
In memory may you travel well.
And come again.
May 09, 2015 in color, grateful, little things, natural dyeing, nine lives patch, ninepatch, patchwork, remembering | Permalink
They are green. Tender. Everywhere.
With no help from me.
And they are food.
Tonight, the first salad.
And a toast to a tomorrow that promises to be unseasonably warm.
April 17, 2015 in garden, grateful, season | Permalink
Ok. A new camera. A gift. Turn it on. Push the button. Pictures. Two. Upload. A start.
Nikon! There are many settings. I will play a bit.
Old dog. New tricks.
That can be a gift too.
April 05, 2015 in grateful, photoplay | Permalink
And sky light.
March 25, 2015 in grateful | Permalink
Just a little birthday cloth.
( post # 3159 ! )
February 19, 2015 in a little holiday cloth, across moons, Cloth is like self, dots, grateful, indigo, nine lives patch, self portrait, timekeepers | Permalink
Ice. It is raining ice. For hours now.
No sun. Dark. Cold. It's a one room day with a big fire.
The man left in one ice storm and is flying into another. It will be a struggle to get home. And I will be glad when he is safe and warm.
Last year, while considering weave, I did weave up a little home. Because a little home, I was thinking, is all you need.
So right now. Slightly delayed. In between the home there and the home here.
I'd like to talk more about a little home but I've things to attend to and will be back to Small Journeys in a few days.
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February 09, 2015 in Cloth as shelter, dividing space, grateful, home, light and dark, place, weaving | Permalink
Three stitched fragments.
Tomorrow will be warmer.
Absence make the heart grow fonder.
February 03, 2015 in Cloth is like self, grateful, little things, patience, rest, scraps of self, winter | Permalink
Sun. Thank you. Sunrise always seems more colored in the context of winter. Against the grey of it. Like a warm bath.
All the leaves are down. And brown. Soon they will turn to dust.
But I have a little cloth. A leaf keeper now. A window to yesterday. To remind me of a more colorful time.
When everything was In Between.
Today I remember my father's last words. Life is beautiful he said. Right after he turned to my mother. I admire you he said.
And the sun rose through a cat's ear.
December 04, 2014 in autumn, Becoming more or less, brown , Cloth is like self, color, context, Dad, grateful, keepers, life, light and dark, natural order, remembering, season, Small Journeys series, timekeepers, transition , windows | Permalink