I went with the extended nine format on the Green Cross cloth.
It needed a warm hug. Been missing hugs. How strange to hear that hugs are not a good idea anymore. I had left the edges unattached here so I should be able to stitch the 4 new patches to the main cross without removing it. Just continue the patchwork while it is on the base. An interesting idea in general maybe. The ground is not white, it is a creamy yarn-dyed cotton with a very subtle check. As it turns out it gives me a pale grid for reference. Sometimes I cut away from the back of a patchwork applique, leaving only the seam part. To keep an evenness. But the fabrics are quite light and thin, so no need this time. Yet.
It rains every morning here. It just gets greener and greener.
Food is growing in spite of critter interference, in the deck planters.
Decided to try a patchwork version of a green themed baby-sized quilt Just to show how that might happen. I picked the cross pattern. Nine 5" squares. A green(ish) cross. A new Nine Lives Patch configuration. Works for so many reasons right now. As a symbol and as a simple project. I guess I could call this one Life as well. Oh, maybe the life series. Oh that works for all of this Hunkering Down and getting through it. Going in green.
Did a bit of Doodling. Of course. Which gave me more to think about.
Another circle of green, then OK, a Pool of Green.
A Pool of Green for no reason.
So. Just because. Just because I had a lot of green silk.
How things really go, let's count the ways today.
The video is cut off at the beginning, I said I'm sorry about the shadow, but actually not really sorry. I just thought I should say that. It dragged on a bit, way too much, and I was a bit out of the ring of vision. But too lazy to edit. The washer was running. The man began asking me questions as he was trying to fix the hinge on my computer, which, we know at this point cannot be fixed. The house is small and it's hard to get away from each other. The sound carries. It was raining and so that was that. A pool of green seemed a way to escape. AND So again, the goal here, has to become not to present a soft edged fairy-tale in slo-mo with a soundtrack as if everything is perfectly aligned (which I, like all other creatives might consider convincing and valuable, some more than others),but to show and tell how it goes. I am not sure we learn that much from the "hollywood" effect anyway. I guess we are entertained and can rest there. But we are more likely to aspire to what cannot be. Or just isn't. Which makes us into followers. Which seems the goal of the century. And all that might come with that.
I am not being negative. Someone asked a question this week. What are you learning about yourself through all this? I think I feel a bit confused about the effects. The changes. Except the part about me that is becoming increasingly impatient with bullshit. Especially my own. I think more deeply and then make a note to myself... getting older makes bullshit less and less useful. Probably because there's not enough time for it.
And then after watching this again, another note to self...another self perhaps. From another perspective...we all have enough of reality anyway so why not seek out the fairy-tale? Who needs to watch this? I could have just said I drew a circle and scrunched some silk into it and now it looks like a pool of green. I like it. And that's enough. Then I might take a picture of myself running through the forest wearing this as a cape. I might enjoy that I suppose and and you too.
Life is hilariously confusing.
The rain stopped and the squirrels dug up all the seedlings in the raised beds on the porch. I'll not worry too much about gardening to eat this year. Whatever grows grows. I doubt the fencing will go up this season. Money will be spent on chimney repair first, which looks like a big job. And there are certainly enough wild greens to eat. I will perhaps concentrate on composting and caring for and pruning what's here. Especially that pear tree. Maybe plant a few small fruit trees. Sow some wildflowers. Buy from and support local food growers.
Just now the resident red fox hopped over the stone wall and ran under the porch and down into the woods below. I see her every morning. She reminds me of Just Going.
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