windthread

Everything.  August is Everything.   A new bud,   a seeding bloom,  a Blossom.  Everything.  All at once.  How amazing.  How totally amazing.  Every year,  August sends me to my knees.

Windy,  so unclear.  Maybe in the morning, i'll try again,  but the first to blossom are going to seed.  Any day now the finches will arrive and one FINE,  oh SO fine morning i will hear that two noted clear clear flutelike sounding of the Wild Canary….this two noted sound so piercingly tender….  Any day now…i wait…am so so tuned for it

and back.   Back to stitching and breathing.   The deep satisfaction of this.  Breathing in,  Breathing out,  needle in,  needle out.   I love.  So Much.