Every winter I save fabric scraps. From projects, towels that are past their usefulness, clothing that has been worn to rags.
I cut them into small strips.
When spring comes, I throw my little collection out into the brambles.
By the time summer comes, the scraps are gone. I like to think of my old worn out shirt gracing the nest of a forest critter ... my daughter's old hoodie lining a bird's nest.
I hope the critters appreciate my HEARTFELT efforts. Somehow, I think they do.
