There are four green thumbs between my mother and my sister. They have beautiful, luscious gardens. My thumbs are quite brown (like my plants), but I can stitch a decent flower.
Relaxation brings ideas. This circular garden came just before sleep and I had to sketch it quickly so as not to forget. At the last moment, I added the birds.
I love making tiny beaded flowers.
Just like the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, this tangle of floss keeps growing. Eventually the floss fragments get used (I dip into it before pulling new floss), unlike the GPGP which pollutes the ocean and causes death to marine life.