Oh happy day....finally time to stitch and it was this Robin, started in Jude's workshop, who asked to be worked on. I thought it was finished, but apparently borders were needed and more leaves too. As I emerged from sleep this morning my brain was saying "Twixt fallen leaves and floating feathers, still the robin sang". However, the openness of the sky is appealing to me and right now I'm thinking I will extend the tree branches into the new borders and change the thought of "floating feathers" to "open skies".
This has been the summer of stitching under the tutelage of Jude Hill. She is managing to draw the whimsical out of me. Think I am becoming a storyteller (in stitch..not words!). This piece remembers the year opening with a blue moon over the woods around here that manage to survive and thrive with their roots in nothing but rock.