...another comes to mind

Some texts linger from many years ago.  This is another that was learned through song:

Come with me, under my coat,
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
or wine if it be thy will.
And we will talk,
until talk is a trouble, too,
out on the side of the hill;
And nothing is left to do,
but an eye to look into an eye,
and a hand in a hand to slip;

and a sigh to answer a sigh;
And a lip to find out a lip!
What if the night be black!
And the air
on the mountain chill!
Where all but the fern is still!
Stay with me, under my coat!
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
out on the side of the hill!

James Stephens (1882-1950) - "The Coolin" from "Reincarnations" (1918), possibly based on an early Irish text.

And the next one recently left a deep impression.  No tune, but a conversation is associated with it.  Interesting how a set of words is so strongly colored by context.

We live in the right time even if it doesn't always feel like it.

Andrew Solomon, 2013

Lines

Winter citrus

A gift of 10.5# homegrown Meyers (thank you J!) is transformed to a base for 1.5L limoncello, 15.5C marmalade, 3C lemon-ginger-honey concoction (not shown) for what ails you and 12 lemons leftover.

It's not paying the rent but it's still of value.

Some FO

Taking inventory of what's left in my possession and noting what was distributed.

I intended to keep 4 of these but the additional 3 shown have such embarrassing errors that I could not send them out. However there are an additional 3 that are not shown here - those were delivered to new homes a week ago.

This is a set of 6. Another set of 8, in a blue/ yellow/ cream (aka "Scandinavian") colorway, was delivered to its new home a week ago.

Although the weaving of this piece was completed several months ago, the perimeter binding is finally complete. This will be delivered to its home in the next few days.

...how it looks

A: It might be better understood if it's all placed in a story. Each person's thoughts and actions will be dictated by what is around them. They'll be totally responsive to the culture around them. No mess, no blame, no initiative, just floating along with conformance. That will be the way the story gets written. The individual spark will read as a dull twitch.

B: Antidote? Grey Street.