Walking through the forest yesterday, suited up to battle ticks and flying things. It's been humid and wet, less human friendly lately.
The paths are overgrown, the green is thick, and the water that spills through the stone wall to the adjoining property, it is indeed forming a pond-like environment.
I am going to ask the neighbors to stop riding through on their ATV, an arrangement we made during winter, with my permission, to give the boy an activity during deep covid stress. He is tearing up the land too much. The land that wants to change and be home to many new creatures. I am sure they will understand.
Beyond the pool that collects under the fallen tree, there is a low spot, with water now, and frogs! And snakes! And new birds. I drew an arrow, below... couldn't get any closer without walking in mud.
The lowest spot on the land here.
It is filling but it will probably take forever.
Or maybe not. The pic, not that clear, I was swatting flies.
I thought these eyes would take forever, I spent most of yesterday stitching, switching from the wrap style stitch back into split back stitch with a single strand, splitting hairs I call it, the eyes are so small, it really makes the detail more exact. It is getting harder on my eyes, this fine work. And the thumb on my cloth holding hand is very arthritic, so I switch to a hoop now and then.
Now I want to call split backstitch with a single strand, the splitting hairs, the Forever Stitch.