windthread

Waiting for it to become actual Morning,   i began sorting through Deb's Threads….some into that Table Basket again and  the others back  into the excellent zippered bag.          And then later,   at the Garden    i looked long and slow at this Scene that i love….the

chaos

of where the young Manzanita and Lavender touch       the  visual  sensory Pleasure of it     the sun and shadow on the rocks as relief of all the form and line of the Plants and pine needles     their dark underworld        How if i were an embroiderer,   Deb's Threads would be Exact and Perfect to re  create this scene   and there were bees   and butterflies….the threads would do that too