And it was cold.
gather willow and red osier dogwood,
fill my studio with multi colored sticks,
and twist, twine and weave them into something,
didn't show up until a few days ago.
(same link as above--an old blog post about willow projects over the years,
so no need to click it twice)
the sudden irresistible need
to make a thing
I hadn't even imagined
ten seconds before.
Does this ever happen to you?
because the snow was mostly gone,
or because the sky was blue
or because there was no tromping to be done--
merely a short meander
into our slowly greening back yard.
because my industrious family
was hard at work,
I had/have no idea how to weave an orb.
were long and satisfyingly resilient.
The Pear shoots not so much,
but they are pretty,
and since Ana was cutting them,
it was less trouble to weave with them
than to put them in a pile.
largish, round(ish) objects.
for taking another stab
at removing the grass stains
from the knees of my pants.