Coming inside from putting the chickens to bed, I was struck by how much I still love my wall of windows.
How the squares overlap and frame things.
I started piecing some nine squares thinking I might make a beast of some sort, and then thinking no maybe a pillow. But now I am thinking what if I did at least one square each week. Someday I would have a blanket of tiny crooked little squares that would be a larger square at the same time. It would be crooked as well.
I have never been interested in perfection.
Field notes: We've had two days of 60 degree weather this week, at least one of them a record high. Sunshine, clouds, fog, rain and wind. The earliest of the tulips (Kaufmania) are coming up but I haven't seen any crocus yet.