Daily scratchings accompanied the RP's and me deep
into the tangled woods
Monday was a day of designing
trees and moons
Followed by two days of making marks
Eagles soared overhead
probably rejoicing on a sunshiny day
The garden at midnight
lit up by a big bright moon
and woods danced in celebration
My mother's hexagons
She used to stitch these on long car trips.
When she died five years ago now
I stuffed my suitcase full of her UFO's and fabric scraps.
I love those old silks and cottons from the
fifties and sixties
full of so many memories.