good for now. Grass leaves stitched down. Now for the seed stems and .....and....Lizard. OK.
I made another pie with the rest of the crust dough from last week. Perfect again. And now, stuffed peppers are in the oven. Cooking food. Food. Food from Plants. Plants. And as i arranged and re arranged the grasses then stitched, i thought about what i am trying to SEE with this cloth. AUGUST is a space, a time, repeating, year after year. We name this time August. I wonder what other cultures call this time, when it is a moment of All of It....growth/the beginning of decay.......it is such an intense time to me, since a child, that it is as if it is a BEING. Maybe the only space in the roll of a Year that seems this way to me. The She of August holds all that has come before and all that might come of that. August is Everything.
