So here I am we are, today...
So many thoughts went through my mind as I stitched.
Yet, I was not prepared to catch them. I long to really get through it, making a cloth with a true sense of how it happened, openly shared. Even if for my own curiosity, because it's as much of a mystery to me. It is quite a challenge to remember to let it flow. How interruptions are just as much a part of it. The forming.
I am calling this The Uphill Climb. There is no figure yet. I am not sure it is needed.
I (the man has been a little bit low energy lately) began the clear marking of paths that will span this hill. Only the birds will see the spiraled plan. I am using some of the wood, split before we came here and left under the non protected part of the porch. I was clearing under there, too damp and moldy, and the wood too rotted or full of bugs, but ok to line the paths, to define them and later we will lay wood chips to keep the undergrowth at bay. And that redbud, nice in spring, but doesn't really get enough sun. It might have to go, for a longer view.
