"there's no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong choice of clothes'
thus spake Billy Connolly
waxing lyrical about the land of his birth
it's so cold here in the Deep South that things need to be dried by a fire
even books
and having made a fire
i figure i might as well use the warmth to heat a dyepot
luckily it has been raining
so i don't need to go far for water
it's provided right outside the workroom
in bowls that aren't too heavy to carry
[thank you Dogs Above]
some contain mordants as well
[not of the canine kind, quiet in the stalls!]
while i'm watching the paper dry
and feeding twigs to the flames
i can stitch another book
knot a fringe
be grateful for small treasures
play with amusing filters on my pocket pinhole camera
and be grateful i woke up breathing on such a lovely day
or
any day, really