Gold

The light this afternoon is golden.  It's just 3:15, and the low sun is about to set behind Asbury Ridge. For a few minutes it shines in, right on the Rosepath I'm just weaving, the gold button row, and mine eyes have seen the glory. I'm not kidding, weaving thrills me.

Native Big Blue

The rain last night bent over the clumps of native prairie grass, Big Bluestem. Some of us like to use the colored, segmented dried stems as wefts. It's flowering now, and the stems will continue to color into September, when we harvest it. We cut it with scissors, wrap it in bed sheets, and put it out in the sun to dry for a week. I like to use it in a plainweave linen warp on the big barn loom with traditional Scandinavian ticking stripes. With Finnish and Japanese paper yarns it has a crosscultural feeling that I like: Japanese and Finnish.

Feeling Good

All My Eggs is just off the loom, and floating free in the breeze! Now I'm going to have a beer!