Stitching Trees

Trees surround us

This old matriarch once was twice as tall

The Heron would perch upon the very top

surveying the garden

checking to see if the Rusty Pups were around

before dropping to the pond beneath

for a delectable fishy breakfast

She has become a totem pole designed by Woodpeckers

She stands across the pond

I admire her every day from the studio

Wondering how much longer I will have the privilege of watching

this cycle of nature.

I will miss her when she's gone.

When I ventured out early this morning

to photograph my Matriarch

I crunched across a frosty lawn

and couldn't resist photographing this little clump of frosted leaves.

But I digress!

 I am stitching trees

Big trees

Each one taking days to stitch.

That's appropriate

For it takes the real thing years to grow.

My trees are Spruce trees growing on rocks

and

there will be red.

Red wild holly berries that provide winter sustenance

to birds and deer.

Two of them will have succumbed to the Woodpeckers

by the time I'm finished.

I am stitching and listening for the story as it reveals itself.