Saturday, April 5, 2014

watercress boots












I bought new blue boots for wading up the creek to the spring, where the watercress is growing thick.
I really like the red stripe around the bottom.  I'm avoiding working on taxes by weaving more scarfs, with barred crosses, more black twigs, and a ladder to Beulahland (wherever that may be).  Picking water cress.   Let's not talk about my politics today.  Sofie's here now (my youngest daughter).

5 comments:

Alice said...

"I bought new blue boots for wading up the creek to the spring, where the watercress is growing thick." My god, that's a poem. Don't stop now.

Love the flying geese in the woven border. You do know they're there.

Susan said...

Alice, well. Thank you. I must have been channeling my inner Lydia Davis. I don't think I have it in me to sustain it, though

onesmallstitch said...

wonderful boots - beautiful weaving.

Velma Bolyard said...

some poems are quite small. i really like how you avoid. maybe you should always avoid…anyway, watch out for ticks. two spotted on the dogs already.

Susan said...

Velma, It's a lengthy list, my reasons to avoid doing my taxes. But now they're done. I feel like I have wings! Yes, I saw a tick, too, On me.