Walking home after the rain..

..actually, hail, thunder, lightning, and big big winds.

So this evening I walked home along the lane, and the smell, sort of mushroomy and growing; and warm and not-quite-dark, not-quite-light feel to the air, was wonderful. It's a magical time of night, when all is quiet, the day is almost done and there is a supper to cook and a cat to fuss, and life is almost not-too-bad after all..
A line from Joni Mitchell runs in my head as I walk
..death and birth and death and birth and death and birth...
I washed out my rusted cloth batch today, and hung it out about 5 minutes before the rains came.  So it's nicely rinsed, at least..

On the corner the twigs washed along by the rain made an image of the force of the water

As I came into the front garden (mostly I come to the back) I noticed that the wonky cotinus tree that we took out last year has regenerated

And this leaf was the most astonishing red in the wet grass

Now perhaps, I shall start to sew

In the Beginning..

 Was an idea, that it would be nice to do more Hand Work; to take the time to be a little more meditative in my work; to follow truly the Idea that Work Is Worship. 
Spirit Cloth 101 came along and captured me in passing. 
This is to document what happens, and what does not, perhaps.  Links in the side bar

 These two drawing happened before the course, and seem to fit perfectly

 Now, like many of you, I suffer from an Excess of Stash, so I arranged a few pieces (indigoes and Chinese vegetable dyes above)

 And some rusts, and silks, both plain and printed, and woven

 Then I got this lovely parcel from Tiggy Rawlings

 ..with muslins

 buttons

 threads

and fine cottons

Here I go...