Spring Tapestry by Pamela Bennett

My weaving needle carries twisted aqua wool over and under periwinkle threads as a tumbling brook grows under my fingers. It slides below a mossy woolen rock and swirls around the roots of a half-finished oak tree. Pulling another color through the needle, I add a clump of spring-green over the rock—fallen leaves from a tree that is yet to be created. I’m weaving a tapestry tonight on a wooden loom across my lap, watching nature flourish under my fingers,