. . .feathers and foil. . .

Jaime works at Highland Coffee, but her real job is making beautiful things!  

We traded: a felt bowl for feather earrings.  

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.

As puppy sleeps across my lap, I begin to untangle his handiwork.

"Sparkly" shoes painted for me by my son.  

New Yoghurt from Susan's farm.  

This time from "Tiny" - a Jersey cow.  

 I poured some over strawberries this weekend.

 

  

Our mint is up.

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.