Yesterday was humid. We are climbing again toward record heat. I had some stomach bug and it wasn't pretty.
The nasturtiums are ok. They will grow here. And look at that soil, compost. Yay.
It was just a stray emotion. Destined to be a loose stitched patch. But I kept going. Something like how we see things, how that might change. Over time. How we see things might even change our sense of time. I love how the contrasting seam here becomes a line of stars. A sense of overall order in space. Creating a sense of order is like home-making. I ended up with a sense of calm about time and space and I don't want to disturb it by adding anything else. It is light and right. I muttered to myself... to compose is to know enough.
How vision might mark time.
Quietly resting in the shop.