~ bundles and books of beautiful fabrics
expired – no longer useful to those who gather it
but an Aladdin’s cave of treasure for those who dream of
patchworked furniture, patchworked curtains,
sweet bags of prettiness and all manner of stitched delights.
~ I yank and pull and peel back the old,
revealing the almost pristine,
just waiting for new life to be breathed into it.
~ the middle is found,
strips, squares & rectangles are added,
a flurry of greens and reds, pinks and whites gather,
~ with the pressing of each newly added bit,
I look out across the lawn, noticing that I am piecing
the very same fresh & delicate, yet bursting with life spring colours,
that we & our feathered and furred companions so enjoy at this time of year.
~ but then, before I am ready,
it is time to down my tools, change my clothes, prepare my thoughts,
traipse into the city for another 9 hours
of caring & listening, talking & supporting.
~ quick, sweet chair!
try it on!