Trouble and Dirt

It's that unpredictable, irregular, disconcerting season again. Where the ground should be solid,  it's spongey. The breeze is soft, the night warm, and then the sleet storm comes.  Vees of geese fly east, then west, a dissonant, squawking recorder concert flying over in apparent confusion.  Fresh, raw,  energy comes in the gusting wind, but dissipates in every direction.

I'm suddenly filled with enthusiasm, but just as suddenly deflate, forgetting what had me so excited. I hear myself humming the old housewife's lament:

There's nothing that pays for
The time you waste on it,
There's nothing that lasts us
But trouble and dirt.

Pictures:
1.  Building a hellokitty rag doll, draped and pinned, around an inflated playground ball
2.  Postcard picture of erin m riley's beautiful tapestry "Three Strikes"-- erin m riley is a new kind of artist/weaver breaking through.
3.  Corn stubble in a contour field with melting snow
4.  March scarf, in linen and cotton, rosepath and plainweave