seedpods

On our hike, we collected seedpods--black locust, an invasive species in these parts.  We sometimes have the little trees growing up along the borders of fences, where we try to plant quieter things like honeysuckle.  (This year:  a dye garden.)

I've been really inspired by some of the pieces up in the Textile Center's gallery, including this one:

So right now, I'm thinking a lot about invasive species, about what that means for humans (movement, the idea of being an "alien" or immigrant), but also want it means from the human perspective onto other species.  Encroachment.  I'm thinking about embroidery and how words can be stitched onto linen, about the shapes of these pods and how they are so ubiquitous in Minnesota, about my own migration.