The End of March Scratched

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.

and

of course

Happy Easter.