I suppose we can say when we rake leaves that we are removing the excess so that new sprouts can grow next year without being smothered by the old foliage. So it is in life. We often have to let go of the old connections to let the new ones grow. Letting go does not mean denying the past but embracing it and beginning to grow towards the future.

Letting go is one of the most fearful things we do in life, at least it is for me. I don't want my life to change; I want to hold it, love it, wrap it in my arms and not let go. But change it will and changed it has. I don't hold the reigns of control, I've known this for years but every day now I am faced with the decision to move in a new direction. Some days it is a lot easier than others, sometimes I go backwards more than forwards, but I have no control over the new sprouting process.

Daily Haiku

to find tomorrow

we have to let today die

moon sets sun rises

In my youth (...ahem) I sewed a lot, mastered Vogue Designer patterns and used all kinds of fabrics. Daughter Sarah is now following in my footsteps and I am so happy that she is having fun making her own clothes.

In the fall garden there are spider webs that use the zig-zag stitch to sew across the circular filaments of their web - it is very distinctive with the yellow garden spider. The purpose of the zig zag is unclear; here is a comment from wikipedia:

The web of the yellow garden spider is distinctive: a circular shape up to 2 feet in diameter, with a dense zigzag of silk, known as a stabilimentum, in the center. The purpose of the stabilimentum is disputed. It is possible that it acts as camouflage for the spider lurking in the web's center, but it may also attract insect prey, or even warn birds of the presence of the otherwise difficult-to-see web. Only those spiders that are active during the day construct stabilimenta in their webs.

Daily Haiku

against clear blue sky
afternoon shadows lengthen
mornings are cold now

Yesterday at 34 degrees

Daily Haiku

thirty four degrees

cat still in her summer coat

dreams of winter frost