Sometimes it’s just lovely to wake up in the morning and decide to do something you’ve been meaning to do for a while. Batman and I picked marigold heads from the raised beds (we use them as insect deterrents and to add color to the veggie rows) and I strung them on thread, anchored by a wooden bead. I strung the first attempt with any old thread I grabbed from my thread rack. It broke when I tried to hang the string of blooms from the ceiling on the porch. I heard my dad say, “If you’re going to do something, do it right the first time”. Haha. Thanks dad. So, I went back down to my studio and found the button thread and tried again. Voilá. These will dry in the breeze and be ready to pop in a jar once they are cured. I’ll use them to dye with once the chill sets in and the sunlight contracts each day. I’ll be looking for some sunny color by then.
Finding a project and getting lost in it is such a treat. The woes and worries of the world drop back, and we can focus on scents, textures and colors. I noticed the sounds of a tractor off in the distance, gathering of one more batch of hay. The birdsong changes with the season, if we listen carefully, we can hear it. My mug of tea reminded me of far off farmers, halfway across the world, gathering leaves for me to enjoy here in Vermont.
Finding flow is another kind of sanctuary. Where have you found flow, friends? I invite you to drop a comment below! xo
Also, thanks for the many thoughtful notes you left on my last post. I love to hear from you. I try to answer them right there in the comments, too. It may take me a few days, but I do try to catch each of you.