I do not know what I am doing - other than following the pleasure principle - as I make rag yarn to sell at the Kentucky Fiber Festival next month. I found this soft hand-knotted rag rug in Scottsburgh, IN and brought it home because it seemed wise in its ways.
Neil has begun the bed for the herb garden. A bed for plants. Plant bedding. Garden shams and dirt ruffles. Grass blankets. Pillow moss. House yellow and sky blue. Oh, it is so nice to have a back yard. In New York in early spring, I would open a window, stick out my head, close my eyes and pretend that I was not in the city. The city matters, but it is also good to look at a tree, feel the grass and not hear any traffic.