A fire burning.
Colors of Autumn.
A dream of a Blanket.
I have changed the way I store cloth and thread. I used to sort by colors, now I sort by warm and cool colors. And it is funny which colors end up in which pile depending on my sense of them when I sort them.
A ring. The birth of a season. A became autumn.
It was late, and I thought, oh, I could just patch the pillow. I do that a lot. Stitch small cloth to pillows. That it a great old floral isn't it? A jungle of joyous growth. A wild beast could live there.
As I recall, I had the same thought here.
Cloth as place.
Anyway, here we are again.
Still no hard freeze, some late indigo and marigolds anticipating some warmth today.