What is it about rust
that seems to catch my attention
when wandering stoney shorelines?
I used to stitch with machine
as well as hand
and lots and lots of colour.
People from here
who did not know me then
are so surprised when they see an older piece.
For some reason they see me only as a
The wild holly bushes
are weighed down with red berries this Fall
A harbinger of a hard Winter ahead?
The Newfoundland Robins will pass through
and feast on them
as will the deer when the snow is deep.
Brrr! Surely they would rather be warm
as would I!
Reminds me the soft greys and browns of Winter
will soon replace Fall's
rich reds and oranges.
My favourite this week
Adorned with just a simple grey circle
we had a glorious yellow full moon last week.
Brings to mind wintery tweeds.
Funny how Winter is popping into every
comment this week.
It really is quite beautifully mild here!
This grey beauty
smooth to the touch
comfortably fills the palm of my hand.
'The Pebble in the brook secretly believes itself to be a precious stone'
Let's all believe!