Last night I cut another piece from the Conestoga warp. I felt overwhelmed by red.
It's no wonder that this morning's green lushness struck a receptive chord.
The muddy spots have dried and I can safely navigate the lower sections of the path. The bare areas left by fallen trees, recently removed, are slowly being grown over with weeds.
I've retied what remains of the Conestoga warp and my inner weaver said "this next weft must be green." So be it. Sometimes you have to just do it. Will this be a good idea? The jury's not in yet.
A closer view. On the plus side, the circles are rounder.
Department of Books
Just finished reading Fiona McFarlane's The Sun Walks Down. I loved it!