Spirit Cloth

Summer and still here

It is what it is.

I've not watered, mowed, planted or trimmed.

Still, it's beautiful as always. I'll take my Dad's blueberry bush (from a cutting years ago after he died) with me. Eventually.

This because a loose dyed square patch was here at my side. With coffee. A square pocket sun.

Just taking a photo. For the shop.

But then. Claimed. Ok. We'll see. He's got no pockets.

I'm posting this evening because tomorrow is our anniversary and I'll take a few days away (to celebrate and mull a few things over, maybe draw a new map) and be back Monday. I'm hobbling but putting weight on the foot. Just a little. By little. Stretching. Feels good. So good.

Green Calm

No time for gardening. But then, this is gardening for now.

We cleared. Worked hard to maximize a bit of lawn (really not just grass) space and clear the hill. 

Nothing planted. Still so much to eat. Wild salad and berries at forest's edge.

Some perennial herbs along the rock ridge.

Keeping growth low around the house minimizes ticks and mosquitoes.

With timing so unsettled and road trips pending, this will work just fine.

I offer you simply green as I stitch a few things together in my mind.

Garden Temple

Not about God really.

More like an honoring, an offering to Earth, Mother, Birth, Life. Death. Love.

A path through that. The form it took.  I like the tallness of a little long cloth. How it stretches...Stands.

Happy Mother's Day.

To all of us.

No matter how it all turned out.