They were separated for awhile, and now gladly find each other! The mouse stink that inspired cleaning vigor last week, makes the shoulders sag this week… 
As hard as it is to believe, each dot on every branch holds the promise of magnificence!
The sun goes round.
One day, the rusty body waits. And another day. And another. Until weeks and weeks pass, and it joins the ruinous company of clutter. And somehow, the wings find him. Even more miraculous — not one, but two clips find the fingers to render him whole. He joins ranks with vital, growing things.
Pattern and Outrage : Dee Mallon
cloth, justice, writing, and food
Everything here is perfect and you’ve given me an idea of something I can do for my dear friend. Thank you very much.
well, not sure how, but I’m glad!
a real spring totem!
a couple of posts ago i commented on your colored great beautiful quilt
this…
.DEE! in love
i think i know what you mean by wanting to go another way but the colors
i think my problem is a little bit the same
a bit color AND a bit eco
you don’t have to make a decision?
your Bird friend, i LOVE him
I knew you would! He owes his life to your blog, really.
Yvette – yes a totem — a creature rising from the clutter piles and scraps from the cellar to take his place among the plants, in the sun!
ah! a wondrous critter! hmmmm…puts me in mind of going of in search of bones again!
AH Dee your bird totem must bed a distant relation to Saskia’s Bird King that her cloth arriving brought to life!
that’s be rather than bed in the above but hey who knows what these old birds got up to in the past…
Joe you must have some very, very good bones in your parts! I used to own a cow skull, given to me by a friend – I wonder where that got off to?
Mo, typos are usually up to something! You are so right about having Saskia’s work in the house… I had attributed the bird’s rising from the piles of mess to her blog. But it is interesting that after an entire season of sitting in a pile of papers, he got his wings just weeks after her beautiful cloth arrived.