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).
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"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.
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
wonderful boots - beautiful weaving.
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.
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.
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