it was nothing less than magical. I'd not gone in, from the back of B for over a week. Everything had changed. Everywhere were small, tiny, blooming plant people…so many it was breathtaking. In the bag, on the arm of the New Mex chair, the bag from Deb Lacativa, i brought Mo's Pennant. Today was the day. I pinned it with cloths pins to the line there. There was Wind and it fluttered.
the cast iron pot. Oak Galls. All through the Rain Season, which is Winter here, it sat. Lid closed.
i took off the lid and almost fainted with Thrill!!!!! What IS this??????, an iron/rust bloom? What might that mean? to cloth? I have no idea. But the Beauty of it was more than i might ever have imagined. I'll take cloth there. string to bind it. Set it in. Wait.
windthread 
Leave a reply to Mo Crow Cancel reply