and with me I brought:
a very old dog,
and a pocket knife.
In a drawer I found some chute cord.
On the way to the outhouse I found a rattlesnake basking in the yarrow.
This last is neither unusual nor an essential part of this story,
but it did serve as a reminder to watch my step--
and to start weaving inside where I could keep my eyes on the task at hand,
rather than outside among the sun soaked grasses.
but since tapestry is what I know best,
II started with that.
(horizontal instead of vertical warp
and sitting on the floor leaning against the backstrap),
was astonishingly comfortable--
so pleasant that when the first warp was done,
I put on another.
My ever-so-slightly increased proficiency led to straighter selvedges.
shoved the warp closer together,
and tried a balanced plain weave.
and my selvedges straight
with a weft faced structure.
"How," she asks, "will you spend yours?"