Monday, September 19, 2016

flowers

There aren't many flowers this time of year in the northern hemisphere. Or rather, they are hidden and catch one by surprise. Tired tomato plants laden with the last of the fruit. Tired echinacea withered and brown. And I'm just here putting things together on whimsy. Then the left hand writes the synonyms.

Still in love with linen thread.

Sewing before words.

Made/Maid of Flowers.
Get what I did there?

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