One to the other. Season. Place. Ground and sky. A flight back to Colorado later today. Special china’s been put away but the folding chairs — not yet.
I called this patchwork a “whimsy” elsewhere. An unstoppable doodle. Irrepressible play. Now that the pile of these is growing, I probably ought to figure out what to do with them. Maybe make longer panels for the hall double hungs upstairs? Facing east, those windows get blasted by morning light, so the cloth’d be like glass for a few hours a day.
There was a big smudge on my phone camera lens. Ambience or malfunction?
And, after a couple days away, it’ll be back to the story.
PS Deb Lacativa‘s cloth is playing a star role in this patchwork (from my recent lottery win, blogged about here). Some of my recent walnut dunks show up, as well as older indigo creations of mine.
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.