On the last bit of a warp on my old barn loom, I wove mixed yarns linen, alpaca, silk, chenille, bamboo, cotton, the kitchen sink. This skinny scarf looks a little damaged, with bright color splotches of weave that look moth-eaten, but is wonderfully soft. Winter has been too long, and deeply snowed. Weaving this scarf with its little raggedy bright spots like a spring song, the liquid sound of the creek, has been heart lifting. It is bright and lost as a kite tail caught in a tree branch. I'm going to weave something else like it right now.