what?can be seen here. probably not a lot. but there was a Day Full of stitching. small stitches. lots. small "things" at the end of the stitches that i think about as some kind of Pollen. maybe it's the bees out there, swarming the Apricot blossoms? maybe. Pollen. Pollen. i am thinking about Pollen.
and things have come together today to underline the point of the Unforseen. i am seeing that Everything is Unforseen, unless it is
otherwise, it's as yet Unforseen. and i am beginning to see that as a kind of Beauty.