The change of season has revealed the small basket feeder I hung on the fence in early spring.  I forgot it was there.  The summer growth had woven another basket around it.  It became a nest.  It’s the time of year for seeing through. I remind myself that design is a kind of mending. This cloth, The Mother-Ring, is so thin, unstable, worn, stained, reworked, holding but useful maybe only for looking.   I made some changes.  Folded the edge in […]

Categories: Garden, Mending, Season