Not officially, but for me it is winter.
This catmint which I started in the deck planter, well I just never transplanted it. It grew large and Soul-o often jumped up and napped in the damp compost beneath it.
Part of the plant has turned, part of it still thrives, even through all the cold. I guess I am like that in a way, but then mostly it's my roots that remain intact. The parts you can see, well, not so much. If it makes it through the winter in the planter, I will move it to the wood's edge in spring.
I did a bit more work here. Most of the stitching though, not visible. I am also calling it Good Vibrations, this cloth that evolved In Sympathy with a Winter's Sun. I like how the dense stitch is concentrated in one area and the rest remains plain patching. And how the cloud cloth made the challenge that gave her sky legs just a little more confusing.
Maybe I will work on the eyes a bit more, lighten them up a bit. Maybe not.
