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From Planting Along The Verge

i’ve been playing with images since yesterday. i’ve had a dress cut and ready to sew since…
a few weeks already?  
can that be?
for some reason sewing doesn’t appeal at the moment.  
only knitting and 
images.

that will do for now.

style 100

From Planting Along The Verge

i’ve been playing with images since yesterday. i’ve had a dress cut and ready to sew since…
a few weeks already?  
can that be?
for some reason sewing doesn’t appeal at the moment.  
only knitting and 
images.

that will do for now.

the old life…

i went to a party last night and stayed for under 10 minutes and that was 10 minutes too long. it looked like a nice party. not to me but i guess as these things go, it was a nice party it’s just that it was an old party. one i’d been to a few times before and never really enjoyed. had some memorably bad times there and maybe that was all lingering in one of my brains.  maybe it was just the sadness that clings to that house or maybe it’s all my own sadness.




it’s a new life, a new day even though everything looks the same. it’s throwing me off. 
From Planting Along The Verge

From Planting Along The Verge

winter


the yard feels like an abandoned place. dead leaves carpet the ground










and the lair has been put to bed for the season. 

 but there are tulips coming up












and iris about to bloom
 and we’ve already tasted collard greens with plenty more to come.

the chinese guard stands watch

our prayers have been sent








and the window boxes have been abandoned. almost…


the old life…

i went to a party last night and stayed for under 10 minutes and that was 10 minutes too long. it looked like a nice party. not to me but i guess as these things go, it was a nice party it’s just that it was an old party. one i’d been to a few times before and never really enjoyed. had some memorably bad times there and maybe that was all lingering in one of my brains.  maybe it was just the sadness that clings to that house or maybe it’s all my own sadness.




it’s a new life, a new day even though everything looks the same. it’s throwing me off. 
From Planting Along The Verge

From Planting Along The Verge