Scavenger hunt....

Scavenger, oh yes you are.

Scanning the dirt outside, always.

Finding remnants of what was...

the passing of seasons is scary lately for you.

A metaphor for your restlessness.

Pine needles, pebbles...

patterns over time.

Feathers too.

Oh, those weightless feathers.

Springtime is coming....

spring rain and sunshine.

mud.

So be happy, little Scavenger.

Seasons are changing.

Colors are coming.

....

A few silk doo-dads.

Happy colors,

playful and simple.

All knots and textures.

And of course, a feather.

28" long silk splashes of spring,

to wear, even with a flannel.

in the SHOP.