From this point in the season, we can see into the forest. Here, beyond the garden fence and the birdboxes , which have, yes!, become homes to bluebirds, you can see the closest path we cleared, beyond that the path carved by the new stream, and then the mossy hill where the cedars begin. The cedars here are compromised by the new tree growth that was never managed. Tree guy has some ideas.
I have recently begun reconsidering an old cloth I called An impression of May, just imagine how far back, 2014. Anyway it is almost May again.
I added a bit of magic using what I call The Double Running Stitch. To remind myself how long magic might persist. Noting to myself that the leaf prints on this one have not faded one bit over the years.
And love came in the mail yesterday. Thank You Nancy. I love that this book is not fiction, yet it is based on stories.