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 duality of our world casting spells and strengthening our spirit.
Thank you dearhearts for your support. You are deeply appreciated.
Short days, wild winds, stormy seas. The glory of winter darkness hibernation, wrapping ourselves in cosy woollens, swaddling our spirits in the gestation time, quietening our minds, listening with stillness to the sounds of nature. Here we are in the deep mid-Winter with arrows pointing back to Autumn and forwards to Spring in the eternal …
Tha an fhuil làidir. The blood is strong. Harris Tweed and Shetland wool. Hebridean wool from our native sheep. Harris wool tagged by weavers captured for knitting.
Vibrant emerald green fades quickly to muted dusky brown. Our Hebridean sky becomes more complicated with squally clouds edged in black and orange-red speeding above us. The wind carries wild autumn seeds of Hogweed and Bishop’s Lace that will settle and sow themselves to flower next year. Goldfinches eat the last Self-Heal seeds and sparrows …
Winter: a quiet wonderland of natural sparkle
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 duality of our world casting spells and strengthening our spirit.
Thank you dearhearts for your support. You are deeply appreciated.
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