Mostly I planted perennials this year. They will return. And reseed, populate.
But I also did a lot of dead heading and trimming, I brought the spent blooms in to make pretty and and consider the in between. And then they dry.
Soul-O likes to sit near them. Likes the way they smell.
Likes them so much sometimes he butts them with his nose. Seeds fall out, if they are ready, I collect them. I lump them all together and store them in jars, put them downstairs in the cool basement. So many from one flower. I will plant them before deep winter, spread them around at wood's edge. And along the outside and inside the garden fence. Some down at the end of the road in by the mailbox. The deer will eat some of them. Hey ho.
And what has happened here? Playing with vertical and horizontal stitch lines, which is taking like forever, but then poof!, this old self has begun to have the feel of being woven in. I'm not done considering this and I will talk eventually.
