This tree fell before we moved here. There were many. Some closer to the house, which we cut and split and burned. All fell during Hurricane Sandy years back, according to neighbors. But this one, fallen across the wall that separates one lot from another. This one stays. A fox lives in there, and it is beautiful , each year, more moss. I sit here a lot.
I am looking for some green velvet, I know it is in one of the baskets here. From mom's favorite dress up jacket, I used it before. For moss. On the Tree House quilt, and Listen to the River. I am looking forward to the cloth I call Grow. Adding to it. The large slow cloths reveal my roots.
My youngest brother, the now retired botanist and teacher, sent me a recent photo , the garden side of Listen to the River, in the garden. Keeping things warm. This was one of my first truly 2 sided blankets.
The small cloth self and the large cloth self are at the big round table today, talking things over. Selves come in handy these days of less social interaction.