an open heart
. . . as the hours grew greater, my stitching went faster while mysteriously the eye of my needle grew smaller.
Right before midnight, slits were cut to weave through the tree branch and an open heart was complete. Wanted to take pictures right then but it was too dark. At least it was until I went to bed when the moon kept me up for half of what was left of the night.
an open heart will be an outdoor hanging for a while. It's rough. The wool backing had to be patched to even be a backing. The strips are woven and quilted wool and written-word cotton.
It is straightforward . . . give and receive.