"Soon a brier hedge began to grow all around the castle, and it grew higher each year. Eventually, it surrounded and covered the entire castle, so that it was no longer visible.... The princess became known by the name Beautiful Sleeping Brier Rose." Brier Rose by Brothers Grimm translated by Jack Zipes
This is one of my briar (I like this spelling better) roses. The other is four footed. They both run along the fence. The dog is much more friendly than the rose. Briar Rose (rosa rubiginosa) is very similar to the dog rose (rosa canina) funnily enough.
A very small piece of a hop vine. Hops are generally very aggressive in the garden. It's a little past it's prime, but I could have harvested the hop cones to fill dream pillows.
As I've been stitching binding along my wool blanket I've been thinking about borderlines, walls, boundary lines, hedges, fences, the line drawn in the sand, moats and drawbridges, explorers that sailed off to sea thinking the world was flat. Some boundaries are created to keep us safe, some to limit growth, some to claim ownership. Diversity thrives in borders. So does conflict.
When I look closely at the woven blanket every stitch looks like an intersection. Like fingers interlinking. Thinking about mending and seams that hold things together and sweet dreams.