Back in my happy place

I’m on my sixth or seventh skein of Deb’s threads, happily stitching my way across a sea of hope …

And wow, that one patch of Deb’s dyed damask makes me think of Hazel’s sailing ships … imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, even when unintentional.

We’ve actually been away … an overnight trip to the little town of Brenham

We stayed at the Main Street House

wandered around the historic district

had a great dinner at Las Americas

and wished some other intriguing places had been open when we wandered by …

Sadly, the new normal in Bed & Breakfast land appears to be serve-yourself breakfast … a change from the toothsome offerings served at a common table in pre-Covid days.

Still, it was good to be venturing out in the world again … and then return home to blue skies and new leaves pushing old leaves off the live oak trees …

a sure sign of spring!

Lost in it

Here’s today’s challenge pairing, to be followed with what is sure to be a long-ish post …

But first, a look at the finds from the first walk in our new-to-us neighborhood park …

Some familiar, some not … starting upper left with mistletoe, and continuing clockwise, lichen, hackberries(?), seed pod of unknown origin, pecan, Osage orange (aka bois d’arc, aka hedge apple), and dried fruit from what I hope is native western soapberry, but might be invasive chinaberry (will have to wait for springtime leaves to determine).

Truly, I can’t walk without combing … filling my hands with wonder.

Anyway, on to today’s challenges. Yesterday older daughter Meg gifted us with some Faber Castell Gelato sticks, which paired beautifully with one of my current reads …

They can be used as crayons, but can also be applied with water and brush …

Having just read Marti’s comment on Acey’s blog, I was taken by her image with its bit of new-to-me artist Judy Chicago …

Wanting to play on a map grid that would be purely structural, I chose Poland, with its unfamiliar place names, then started painting in the blocks with different colors …

Until I saw it … the dreaded familiar word … place actually … and found myself painting in the color of iron …

Honestly, I just couldn’t help myself.

Then I was on to Acey’s Day 6 prompt:

Okay, so this, with colors that I love, but a somewhat intense composition …

Besides which, I’m not a huge fan of figural forms, so I dug out this used book find and started tearing out strips of like-colored stuff …

at which point things got a little crazy (and totally off-prompt), so I’ll give you the abridged version …

which ended up totally too big to put in my journal, so I copied it on my handy-dandy printer/scanner/copier and only then re-read the prompt and realized how far off I went …

Oh well, what’s done is done … which brings me back to where I started …

Lichening

We have windfall lichen in abundance …

scattered in the leaf litter …

beneath the live oaks …

It was easily gathered …

then laid upon Mo’s satin pennon …

which was folded over …

rolled and bound …

Layered above and below with more lichen-clad twigs, which will provide tannin …

then covered in boiling tap water and left to steep, the heady fragrance of rain-soaked woods drifting from the pot …

The hardest part will be the waiting.
Addendum:

A sneak peek …

So far, the cotton tie is picking up more color than the satin.