Cloth in good company.
Brown fabric, walnut dyed; white a scrap from another project, yellow, plant dyed and I don't remember with what; a moon from Jude, the butterfly a gift from my mom that's needed a home for awhile. Top stitched with silk thread from a friend.
Somewhere in the sorting the walnut fabric and the butterfly fell together. Something in my brain went click and there it was. This is usually how it goes for me.
Butterflies. Metamorphosis. Stages of life... Cycles.
Play is a verb.