Mietzke's POST Holden Adventure

I have been working on a new project for the dining hall with fifty yards of cotton fabric. I spent part of the day dying the fabric with my friend Melissa. We are attempting to make the cascade mountain range that will fill out the upper space of the dining hall. All of our journeys, the hills and valleys surrounding us. Conceptually it feels good, and I hope it turns out, If not, I have just used a lot of fabric. It feels good to get it started instead of having it swimming around inside of my head and Melissa and I seem to have a similar vision so it felt natural and fun to work with her. This week I took down all of the decorations in the fireside room. It had been such a magical space this winter, but there is something nice about the bareness. I like the space of anticipation that it creates. I can already see the room transformed for the Easter season in my head, although I wish I had a few seamstresses who could aide me in the creation. I can feel myself aching for springtime and growing things. I have started singing my little crocus song.

Up through the frost through the frozen snow
Pushes the crocus from the earth below
calling to the sun with her warm rays
telling king winter to end his days
Spring is coming Spring is coming
Spring is coming the crocus says

It is true that the crocuses are very buried here right now and spring is not yet on her way, but my internal Tacoma clock knows that things are shifting.