Let me say that I now have a new appreciation for every basket in my home. The one holding yarn. And the one holding wooden puzzles. And baby's blocks. And art supplies... I love baskets. So, it was in a burst of creative enthusiasm that I decided we shall make baskets on Poppy Mountain. Especially since Sage's mother made many baskets. Sage used them all the time to collect acorns, berries and even water. Basket-weaving was a big part of Ohlone Indian life. It often took women many months or even years to create a basket. I suppose making a basket in a single afternoon was pretty ambitious.
However, it was a perfect project to undertake on a warm summer day. There's something beautiful about projects that take time and effort to accomplish. It's good training for our wills. Especially a creation made with our own hands and with nature's gifts. It was just us, wisteria vines and water.
It really is a very special thing to make a basket. If you have never done it, I encourage you to make one! It's hard to describe the deep satisfaction of making something so practical with your very own hands.
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