The divide between a groove and a rut is a fine one, don't you think? Summer has been good. Great even. We've throttled back, enjoyed each other's company. Shifted the pace to slow and abandoned many notions of obligation and responsibility. But what was our groove, six weeks on, begins to look suspiciously like a rut.
Sitting outside the other evening, with a hint of chill in the air and a lengthening of the shadows foretelling the approach of Autumn, I felt a secret thrill. Time for a new season, for putting aside indolence and planning a few projects.
And what better way to kick start some creativity than a visit with Monica to the Festival of Quilts. She took lots of photos. I mainly soaked it in and brought away with me a sense of wonder in what we can achieve when we have a plan and work towards it, however insignificant the individual steps might seem.
And as a reminder to myself, I stitched up a little brooch from one of Janet Clare's line drawings with thread. I like to think of him as my bird of good intentions.
See him striding forward purposefully? It's good to have a reminder of that feeling.