It’s too soon, I said
Looking up to the clear, dry sky
The rain will come, eventually
It won’t be enough, you said
Dark brown edging ever inward
It’s too late
And another fabric bowl. I made this one out of leftover fabric from a quilt. I never know how the fabric pattern will look once it’s wound around the cord and sewn together.
It’s a good size for my pens, pencils, and eraser; easy to keep track of them this way.
(I found this post in my Draft folder, dated from February. Just a wee bit late.)