Stitching fervor, and some silence
My winter of making squares has come to an end. My spring of patching them together is beginning. I subscribe to India Flint’s Substack “floribundineum.” Today she posted this Wendell Berry poem. I liked...
My winter of making squares has come to an end. My spring of patching them together is beginning. I subscribe to India Flint’s Substack “floribundineum.” Today she posted this Wendell Berry poem. I liked...
Some weeks ago, I decided I wanted to move forward on my golden houses project. I laid them out and thought about stitching them down. But – this step was premature. I realized I...
We spent most of yesterday outdoors. Spring is calling loudly. We had a lot of rain last night so that’s a reason to take it easy inside today. Yesterday morning was the community garden...
So fresh, so hopeful, so looking forward. So sexy! A side of my mother I didn’t know, just discovered. It makes a difference, seeing these. I can only imagine my dad took these photos.
“Time is fed by soil.” Jay Griffiths, “Dwelling on Earth” I was shoveling compost and by coincidence (or not), listening to a very poetic podcast from Emergence Magazine all about soil. Link to Apple...
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