I am always moved this time of the year by the subtle changes in nature...
...the pale misty mornings...
...the reaping of her bounty...
...the cool loamy scent of the woodland path...
...reminds me to be thankful...
...for beauty, simplicity & freedom.
For centuries man has tried to crack...
...the science behind her rhythm...
...but the wise will surely know...
...her greatest secrets must remain hidden.
I have been working on my first Christmas present, an embroidered leather notebook for my cousin who is a teacher.
I have also been researching quilting designs to make use of my childhood duvet...
...it reminds me of my emerging consciousness and long lazy childhood dreams.
