Maybe it’s because I’m a weaver and my husband is a photographer. But he notices things that point to my interest in how warp and weft interact. I think fiber, but he sees it in nature. One afternoon he came to me and pulled me out in the garden. “Doesn’t that look like weaving?” he said.
It looked like a tangled mess. The chives were emerging into Spring to rise out of the dead waste from Winter’s slumber. But it occurred to me that it’s a lot like weaving projects. What looks like a mess at the beginning can often morph into something beautiful.
Unlike weaving these chives will shed their weft and continue to grow their warp upward, but I’ll be searching for more examples of weaving in my garden from this point on. Bird’s nests come to mind.