Bye June

It's been a strange month of horrific heat and then rain.

I have been taking a 30 day self inflicted break from weaving, in an effort to let my shoulder

recover from whatever ails it.

It's been interesting finding things to do, when I really just want to weave.

I had a stash of skeins wound, and a couple of warps wound that needed dyeing, so last week, every day, I tackled that.

I got it all done.

I had the idea to make tote bags out of the egg towels,  and my friend "Ellen" was kind enough to whip me up a prototype!!!!

I love it.

She's got me inspired, so I will be making more.

I've been trying to keep up with weeding the perennial garden, and the little garden by 

my back door.  And cleaning, there's always cleaning.

It's perspective, I find.  Once again.

I wonder if you only stop working on your "perspective" when you are dead.

My cilantro is encouraging me to perhaps grow more herbs and veggies next year.

I occasionally take a walk around my little 1.2 acres

Years ago, my mom bought me 4 trees, and this is one of them.

It makes me so happy, just to see it.

I know that my mother would love it.

While I can't weave, because the repetitive motion sets my shoulder on fire, 

I am still able to do a bit of sewing.

Tatiana, my part time apprentice, comes about once a week, and these are 

some of her weaving.

I love putting them together.

The warp is rose milk, and the weft of these first two is banana pearl.  The drape, the softness, the incredible lightness of the fabric is a amazing.

This last one is ALL rose milk, hand dyed, and it is the loveliest of all, and it is already sold.

My toes have finally recovered from the light fixture smashing down on them,

and Willie and I have done some walking.  Naya stays home, because even though she

thinks she wants to go, when we get out there, she can't go far.  Then she can't jump back into the car, because she is tired, and winded.  I usually take her for a stroll around the property, and she is very happy with that.

Willie LOVES his walks.  I have to use my left arm to hold the leash, but it works.

The last several days have been hard.  Bill died on the 25th of June, and his birthday was yesterday.  So the memories hit hard, and the tears came too.   

It's ok.

It's ok to grieve, and to cry, and  to miss someone.

But with that comes a whole lot of remembering, and cherishing all the time we had together.

A reminder maybe, that change is a constant, and the moving on is the only choice.