Plato says, "Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."
I wonder if this wise man would include a mockingbird's song as music worthy of such praise. My front door is standing open as I work for I am not wanting to miss a moment of our much adored Mockingbird's performance from atop the power pole in the front yard. I feel sure Plato wouldn't have wanted to miss it either.
I am currently working on a jacket from a pattern I have drafted myself which has taken me much time, and is, in fact, still a work in progress. I have used an old linen sheet for my trial-and-error experiments. I now wish I had used a nice crisp piece of muslin, but at this point I will not start over. I will have more on this later on but will just say that I think it is going to work. And, if it does, I will eco-dye it, India Flint style, and wear my wild jacket over the hill with Millie.
Here I am inside my closet modeling my wild jacket as it is today. I am anxious to add the sleeves. I hope my seamstress mom is looking down on me and nodding her head in approval. I sewed on Mother's Day and thought of her.
However, sewing may be taking second seat for a while for haying season is here. It is quite dry here, so the weather is perfect for making hay. Here's the first bale of the season.
Here we are already on Walk # 411. "Where go the days down that tunnel of time..." (Louis L'Amour)