Sunday, February 1, 2015

Weaving up a Storm

An internal storm has been raging, though the sun is shining. 
Now it is predicted that another snowstorm is brewing.
I am gathering scraps of yarn and weaving in shades of winter. 
A web of sorts, a place to rest my mind and body while it heals.
He gathered wood to burn while I collected scraps of yarn to weave

 The colors of bleak mid-winter are rather calming when woven together

 Sun on yarn and the weave of the basket that holds it

 Weaving together a bit of this and a bit of that

And it seems I have a helper, to keep my yarn stash warm. 
To her is is a throne.
Miss Mia is afraid of storms. 
I tend to find them calming. 
We disagree on this one thing.


  1. There's Angel Hair in your basket. Waiting to be woven.

  2. nice to see you weaving again

    1. I have been thinking about you all day, Jude. Your words and pictures are haunting me, but in a good way ;-)