It was close to impossible to use all the feathers and stones received... in the cloth we call Home. Without compromising it's sense of space. And the space is important.
So there are a couple of smaller cloths being put together that work with the main cloth.
One, which I began today. Path.
For small journeys.
I will be a long cloth. Narrow. But wide enough to balance on. Long enough to follow. Covered with stepping stones. It might be a bridge. Or a secret way. A way through. A way back. Who knows. It might just be a direction . To go.
Deck maintenance was a must this spring. A lot of things got out of hand when Mom was ill. In addition to the grunge, this space became cluttered as well. The old bench got a coat of paint to slow the wood rot. It was So wet last year and through the winter. Another wet summer coming I think. Everything returns back to earth here very quickly.I will grow some herbs in pots here this summer. The newly established family of deer are invading my garden and I don't know if we are up for building a fence. I hope they don't like grapes.
And then some practical patchwork. Making the wiggly floor in the studio more of a solid ground. We didn't bother staining the patches to match. Why?
An overgrowth of ivy has been removed from the old oak and the old wall and the old path. An old way cleared for going.Maybe for a walk down to the old sea.