It's apple time here again in the valley. Which is also the time when the Big Dipper hangs up high in the northern sky at night when I walk back from the workshop. Last night I saw my breath in the moonlight. The wood man, Andy, just brought a truck load of fire wood, and every evening a cricket chirps somewhere in the living room . Not that I'm looking to roust it out. Crickets in the house must bring good fortune? Or, a lenient housekeeper is a happier woman, and that is fortunate.
8 comments:
i love crickets , they are so persistent
Jude, I used to think whippoorwills were too persistent, and now we never hear them, and I do miss them
susan, that weaving is wonderful. the edge, the one that is twill right above the fringe knots? sublime.
This is such a beautiful piece, I hope you're as thrilled with it as I am.
Meg, thank you. I am happy with what I've been weaving lately. I've been pushing myself a little bit harder, trying to figure out what it is I really want to see. I know you think about the same things, and your already beautiful weaves keep getting better
those towels are sublime, love the inlayed yellow square and the edge above the hemstitching.
It´s always a visual pleasure to stop by on your blog. Not only your weaving also your photos are great.
Thanks!
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