A little festive fun. Red winter berries seem more vibrant this year. Green leaves quiver in the wind. We walk amongst the spruce and pine, sighing with their creaky bough songs, listening to green needles tingle.
There may be snow for Christmas. Candles bright in windows. The sky darkens quickly in the afternoon. Stars visit twinkling early in the winter night.
Are the bees warm in the bamboo, wire and pine cone insect hotel? The birds have removed the sheep’s wool from the fences to line their nests.
We are wrapped up in our own soft wool. We smile. With the other animals we slow down, later we may hibernate.
A hydrangea cutting from last year decided to make Spring even more exciting by creating its first ever flower when nothing else bloomed in the garden. Brought indoors its single blossom came to be appreciated and admired all day long for weeks and weeks. Thanks to its beautiful influence this Spring I was drawn to …
Quiet contemplation and contentment. Short days and frosty nights. A coolness of light. The quietness of time spent observing, being aware, noticing the beauty in every tiny moment. I am knitting a sock on tiny needles with rustic 4 ply wool rough against my finger tips. Ice crystals slide down the window glass. Letting all …
Nights of clear starry skies and watery transparency. Warm woollens and sparkling sequins, layers of silk and light-catching shimmering yarn. Winter this year has been a natural wonderland. Bright moonlit nights. Glittering snow, sparkling ice and translucent hail. We revel in the change of seasons, the contrast of dark and light, warmth and cold, the …
Winter: woolly berry, spruce and ice festive holidays
A little festive fun. Red winter berries seem more vibrant this year. Green leaves quiver in the wind. We walk amongst the spruce and pine, sighing with their creaky bough songs, listening to green needles tingle.
There may be snow for Christmas. Candles bright in windows. The sky darkens quickly in the afternoon. Stars visit twinkling early in the winter night.
Are the bees warm in the bamboo, wire and pine cone insect hotel? The birds have removed the sheep’s wool from the fences to line their nests.
We are wrapped up in our own soft wool. We smile. With the other animals we slow down, later we may hibernate.
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