

The may apples were unfolding their umbrella leaves. They poke up through last year's dead leaves, then slowly spread open. They'll begin blooming in a couple of weeks - a white flower hanging under the leaves, which ripens into the "apple" later in the summer.
Cris and I worked on a metal project, from a book by Mary Hettmansperger. We hadn't tried anything like this before - I'll post some photos of the finished project soon. It involved lots of hammers and other implements of destruction, including fire!
We cut the pieces, forged the edges with the hammers, and used the torch to color the brass and copper. Then we wove with wire and beads - Cris made a little wall hanging, and I made mine into a book necklace. John helped, then, overcome with exhaustion, took a nap under the lamp, one of his favorite places.
I'm in Ohio to visit my family. My parents live in the house that they built the year I was born, where I lived until I left home at 18. It's still home to me.
Early morning shadows on the moss. This is Mom's side yard - no leaves on the trees, yet. In Washington, our leaves were mostly out, so I was surprised by bare naked trees.