I walked up to the quarry this Sunday afternoon, in a perfect breeze, a perfect light. I wanted to take a picture of the ferns that grow across from the quarry, and there they were, in softly filtered sunlight. Some butterflies were dead along side the road. I've woven two new plain scarves, in linen and combinations of silk, alpaca, and cotton, but mostly unbleached linen. One is ferny, greens and browns. The other is dark teal blue, browns and charcoal gray, lakey.