Audrey & I did some impromptu weaving in the yard this afternoon while Marian read to her homebound teacher, the tireless Mrs. H. Our yard is a bit hapless, officially kept by our landlords, the funeral home next door who holds onto the property so they can keep their neighbors looking presentable. We thought we were temporary renters when we moved into town 2 years ago, but love the house we're in and frankly the someone-else-mows-and-rakes-and-shovels aspect just might be what has kept us here (and inertia). One nice benefit of that is not feeling guilty about things like abandoned beds of iris.
Audrey has a bountiful imagination and was creating a whole land of the backyard (complete with language, major exports, and new mathematical systems. Really.) and I, wanting something to do outside on this perfect fall afternoon, suddenly had to weave. Kitchen shears in both our hands, we harvested.
I love the variation in hue and the pale edges that are revealed by the juxtaposition of the iris leaves when we wove them. I think I'll frame one of the close-ups for the baby's room. Eek. That nursery is NOT done...
I went inside for awhile and came out to new weavings from my little elven child. Prettily embellished. We tried a basket together and...our 2nd try was better than our first :). Marian was reading on the side porch swing with her teacher, and rather horrified to have missed the goodness when they reemerged. It's a lovely thing to have a big sister who will do another.Audrey always plans big, so is drying the mats in the playhouse and will soon be covering all of the walls, to make it winterproof...she also has an idea for using a twig frame to connect them that I'm afraid I didn't fully understand. Our iris bed is only half dessimated, so there will be time.