A Washout.
But no thunder. It was very dark all day yesterday... and there was beautiful wind.
I was hoping for more drama really. The rain did seem to quell the pollen, knock all the oak stuff from the trees. It's a yucky mess but at least I can sweep without raising a cloud. The air is clear and the sun is out. Most of the wandering was in my mind...




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Spring growth after weathering winter. 💚
I guess that’s that the way it goes…
Sweet Soul-O. Cats are the best companions.
I see Grow as a sheltering home, an orphanage for the little pieces.
Yes, a fertile place for seeds.
That is one BIG rock behind that deer?
Yes it is!
I always like the colorcombinations of your
cloths. They have your handwriting. This one gives the feel of light and playfull. I wish that for you
….like a little celebration in a way
Celebration sound good!
Color as a sense always intrigued me, hard to explain…
When you describe your weather it usually sounds like what ours was like…we must be in the same weather path.
A weather path is a nice visual concept.
We are connected in many ways. ❤️
Finding them is the journey…💙
We got the drama Sunday night as the storm swirled around us and then dropped tornadoes a few communities away. There are trees down in town and in the state park but our neighborhood was spared. It’s not often that I consider sheltering in our wet, dirty basement but I spent some time in the stairwell waiting for the worst.
There were tornado warnings but it fizzled out…
Love Grow…and Soul-O 🙂
Me too
Last night’s storms brought only 1/2″ of rain but tons of lightning.
The grass has already grown! Ha!
I’m stitching on “Garden Self” this morning…
Your mention of circles and dots on “Grow” brings to mind stepping stones and seeds! 💚😊🌱
Imagine seeds as large as stepping stones
Oooooooo!! 🤩😍💚🌱
Ideas arrive faster than I can stitch!!
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I have been blown around like pollen, too.
But my spuds and beans have shown up to give me clues!
things take hold, and suddenly I yell oh!
It finally dried out enough for me to cut the grass path through the garden. It’s a jungle out there! This morning it seems to me that Grow is a path too.
Yes, a very early jungle, The grass is way too long now, even to make paths. Laying down after the rain. Too wet to do anything at the moment. Except plat some seeds!
Yes grow is a path, and a circle is a path, what if everything is a path?
The three pictures of todays post .. remind me of: Change, Acceptance and Hope.
The promise of a new beginning .. the grounding .. with promise!
I have a broom that arrived on the Full May Moon. I named it Storm…and we’ve had nothing but since…hoping the storms here stop soon. Glad the air has cleared there, and that you are growing again, Jude.🌱
I need a new broom, mine has been mended many times and it rather wobbly and worn. I wonder if I can make one?
Yes, you can!
it’s somehow that kind of day…
The world is sodden here but happy. It rained so hard no one could sleep well.
To start something as large as “grow” what decisions do you need to make in the early phases? I keep making things that get bigger as I want to add color or layers. It is beautiful.
my large cloths are either gifts, in which case the clues for going have a lot to do with the recipient. Or they are thought catchers, or diaries of days and I just keep going, doing just to see. But then they are always blankets so that factors into my decisions.
I have never considered them as “art” without function.
But when you start a large cloth, you start out big, right? A large patchwork glue stitched to a large base? I’ve been thinking about scale lately.
No I often start out small and back it and the keep more and adding base as I go, I have some videos, I will look.
This is helpful and validating. I don’t know at the front end how large something is going to be so I keep having to add backing as it grows. But, I am a nymph in this process.
Whatever way works for you is the best way. There are so many ways and each of us might add to the list.
Growth. a movement from one dot to another. Naturally towards the light… most of the time.
in and out, light and dark, but therein lies the magic…