Spirit Cloth

So many days have passed in June

The deer seem to have plenty to eat as the green has filled every space.  I see them along the edge of the woods but  not much in the garden any more.  They seem to be really happy with the young sassafras and mulberry trees that sprouted along the edge.  Along with  flowers I planted there and and my neighbor's strawberries.

It is cooler than normal for June and life is just full and warm.  Can't help being just grateful for Summer in general, no matter what it turns out to be.

Just a moment ago, I glanced at an old sketch and thought to myself...life is a thread. Colored by days.

It is the Man's birthday today. We've no plans.  He likes that.

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Considering Weave

 

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It's Hazy, I feel lazy and I'm gonna roll into it slowly. 

It's hot and everything is exploding.

June Through May

May, my impressions of May, sort of got away from me.

Looking through May has given me some ideas  for continuing.

I hung it on the screen for a moment.  To look at June through May.  The ivy is much greener now. I added corners to make it a nine patch. I like the sense of order it imposes.

June will find me in the garden, finishing the cloth I call Home, Considering Weave,  and celebrating Mom's  journey with family.   Not so much here.  I will be updating my Newsletter tomorrow and then some thinness here.  Let the breeze blow though.

April and May and a bit of June

There was an old linen. From Grandma. Last spring, maybe May even. (Grandma's name was May)  I tried some ivy impressions  that  were less than ivy looking.  I decided to make that the ground cloth here.  New ivy over old ivy.  And then maybe another try over that.  My impressions of ivy are ever changing.  Like May.

And April's impressions. I'll finish this up today.  Good thing I have this to look at really. Because April went by in a blur.  And it stayed that way, except for this. 

Maybe monthly impressions are a good idea.  And since now, today it is quite cool for May,  a pot on the stove once again.

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This morning I notice the bright green baby ivy leaves, emerging without winter scarring.  I imagined that the reason it is so hard to pull a patch of ivy, is that , in a sense, the plant gets woven together somehow.   Life can get to be a tangle.  Sometimes it is just that. That holds it together.

Doings aka UnDoings

It is almost May.

Yesterday we scrubbed the deck.  Once in a while we do this, as the seasons build  layers of moss and mold and  dirt , especially  because it sits beneath the oaks. Not so bad in recent years because of less caterpillars.  This morning April is giving it a nice rinse.  A shower  that lasted through the night actually.  A welcomed undoing of a long dry spell.  Unusual for April. 
I've nine more impressions of April on the wall today.  Numbered to make it easier to talk about them later.   A little game I have conjured.  Or REconjured.  A game of how to.  A game of Nine. This is a new process adventure.  I will test it out on all of you who have signed up for Diaries 2. (Thank you)  Because as always you are my lab rats.  But you might trust me, I promise not to hurt you.

Today the earth is warm and wet and I will play in it.