when there is good energy in the mill, when i'm teaching and people are really learning...

i am able sometimes to continue that energy

with magic of my own.

this is hosta leaf paper
which is usually gray

i cooked them late last fall

they spent the winter in a paint strainer bag

retting and waiting for me to rinse, hydrate, and make paper.

i did,

golden sheets,

remind me of the ochre that disappears

as spring creeps into the fields.

captured here briefly

i hate loosing the bleached colors of winter.

winter papers.

gone,

but will return.
frost said:
nothing gold can stay
can the reverse be true?