Maggie in the spring mist.
I call her that now, the Magnolia. 70 degrees yesterday, despite the rain and wind, there was some sun, a porch break, and more thoughts about weaving. Deep thoughts though, not yet worded.
The little weaving I did on the little bead loom the other day, just to begin. I removed it from the loom. I just tested a few threads and felt the rhythm of it again. It seems alive.
And like I do, I did a little imagining.