I decided the house is clean enough. Take it or leave it.
Heat is returning.
But Dogwood is still turning. A few walnuts have dropped but not enough so I'll wait before gathering. I have some walnut ink from last year to work with for now.
Soul-o is restless and circles the house day and night. He is healthy and thicker all around but small for a male. He has become quite affectionate towards me but still rarely considers showing himself to anyone else. Tolerating the man's presence as a door opener and occasional snack giver.
This collection of cloth bits has been hanging on the wall for a long time. It's part of a train of thought, reconsidering home. The little woven house is left over from Considering Weave. The scrap on the right, three little hand woven houses, stylized. This summer I have been weaving a series of components to work with over the winter, which has already promised to be a rough one. We are lazy about preparing this year. Drifting along with so much less worry for some reason. That's a kind of in between I guess.
Still no rain.