This iris. The one that was outside. Ended up trampled by two little exuberant four-leggeds. So now, here it sits. Unless something like this happens–I seem contitutionally unable to whack down flowers.
There was a certain amount of interest. Juno from a distance. 
Hope…up close and helpful.
There’s a cloth happening here. First Iris.
Braving this end-of-winter-promise-of-spring weather. This mixed bag of weather. I’m removing some of the orange stitches. They seem to hold back the movement. And the moment.
The birds are singing now. And for several days a song has been trapped in my head. Cat Stevens. You know the one?
following thread 
Really love the iris cloth–one of your best for sure! I say do a whole series of flower cloths as they spring forth this season!
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hey you. this is interesting. i’d be curious to know why you like it because i’m not sure about any of it–confused as to where it’s coming from. it has me a little off-balance–probably a good thing–and i’m having trouble understanding it–so different from previous things. in fact my first thought was, “this is simply too ugly to post” but i’m committed to documenting this entire process–for my own edification if nothing else.
a series could be interesting.
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to me, it’s how things arise from Earth…the spontaneity of that, how they self create
how maybe the forms take many manifestations before “deciding” on the form to Stay.
how the truly exotic arises from plain rhizomes that appear to be not much at all…the
Absolute MAGIC of that
and more….many more Feelings about this Cloth
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ok. this helps my eyes. seeing the cloth through yours–and feeling what you’re expressing here. magic and mystery of these “truly exotic” blossoms coming forth from such a strange little dried-up looking rhizome.
they’ve been in the ground for 3 years and this is the first blossoming. i had no idea.
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Here;s why I love this far from ugly cloth: It has such movement . The cloth iris dances as the bits of cloth that make up the iris, unfurl to the warmth of the day, manifested by the bit of golden cloth on the upper right. The top of the cloth, both sunny and stormy with the purple strips. What did you dye those strips with – by any chance did you use blueberries?
Based on my own experiences with cloth: sometimes wondering too much as to the why of a cloth is not the question, especially when a cloth, such as this one has given you the answer from the moment that you set thread to needle…your words: “Braving this end-of-winter-promise-of-spring weather.”
This cloth is a heralding of promise…
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Marti–i wish i could tell you what these scraps were dyed with. they’ve been floating around for quite a long time and i simply cannot remember. i am, however, getting ready to experiment with blueberries. just waiting for the muse. and i love your observation–“a heralding of promise…” yes.
i’m thinking that birthing–bringing forth–can have a lot of faces.
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I think this cloth is beautiful for the deep richness of color and the sense of earthyness. I like it alot. I have to also say that both Grace and Marti always write such beautiful, thoughtful, poetic comments…I love to read them 🙂
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wild fecundity
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