I Am Orange

Taut strands of warp swallow soft fibers of weft as the shuttle makes its way through to create me. I am carefully removed from the wooden frame and then boiled in a mixture of roots and tubers, plants, bark, leaves, flowers and fruits, and then beaten against rocks to assure my hue. It is aContinue reading “I Am Orange”

Who’s Tired of Snow?

Who isn’t gazing out the window and thinking of the next season to come – Spring.  Don’t get me wrong, snow, especially in our rural area, is beautiful.  The drawback is that coldness comes with it, and cold isn’t so great for old bones such as mine. So, let’s dwell for a moment on anotherContinue reading “Who’s Tired of Snow?”