Scratching Under Water

November ended with a flood

but first I had to go back and add stitches.

Last week's moon just looked naked

lost in a sea of flat muslin

In my humble opinion

you can never have too many stitches.

The cloth comes to life

valleys and hills 

shadow and light

send the eye on an exploratory journey

around the image.

Then there are the regular 

neat

lines of samples from years gone by.

You don't see blue in my work very often

but

the rains came

the most rain we have ever seen.

One stream broke it's banks

If you look carefully you can see

it swooshing through the woods

and flowing into the vegetable garden.

Trouble is it didn't stop there.

It worked it's way into the basement

which, by the way, is fine again

but was very wet for a couple of days.

We thought our little bridge would get swept away

but it stood strong.

I wonder how the beavers did further down stream.