Another Year - Another Birthday

Happy Birthday Steven

Tangerine Morning

The clouds have moved on

So nice to see the sun again

She's here to warm a cool rain drenched land.

Then RP Kayla and I spied beavers swimming towards us.

One after another a new head appeared from around the corner.

Six in all.

They explored the banks

and created watery ripples.

Then, looking up, I noticed the sun had reached the fields beside us

though we were still in the shadow of the dike.

Turning towards the basin I spied a familiar shape 

walking the shallows of low tide.

Scratching Grey

A grey and rainy week

The puddles are growing in the garden

The sky is like a grey cloud ceiling

When will there be a break in those clouds?

The rain doesn't stop migrating birds

They arrive in the garden every morning.

Some stick to the tree tops feeding on fir cones 

and others bounce around the garden feeding on worms.

On Friday the sun came out.

Not a day to stay indoors

so we marked fabric in the sun.

If you have been dropping by for the last couple of years

you know that if time is short

there is nothing I like more than taking ordinary stitches

and messing with them!

Simply Natural

Grey on grey

Cracked circles

Sunlit speckles

Happy threesome

Drifting between the islands.

Casserole of Scratchings

Served up for dinner in a beautiful Lucky Rabbit casserole

Pots and pans gathered in the kitchen

as dinner prepared itself

Going round in circles

Scratching time on sunny days

We are nursing one sick Rusty Pup

and entertaining one healthy one

A day of sunshine rays

and a day of silvery drizzle

Goose Wisdom

Before the sun came up

they were all resting in a line

facing East.

As the sun came up 

they started to stir.

By the time the sun was up above the South Mountain

their thoughts obviously turned to breakfast.

My first goosey gathering of the season.

My...

...how time flies.  

Raggedy Scratchings

I decided it was time to pay homage

to all the fabric I have wrecked over the years

in the name of exploring my medium.

A scrap of cotton nearly rusted away

but looks like a shaman perhaps.

One of my brother's napkins he used

to take to school.

Who the heck has to take their own napkins to school?

Anyhooo.... this one ended up wrapped around a rock

in my stream for three months.

....Also remembering the full moon.

Dyed with iris leaves

dyed with bark and plaited for the tracks we made up the valley

for doctor appointments.

Very fine silk nearly eaten away lying in the stream 

and wrapped around a can.

Lovely linen blouse left in the mud for three months.

Sunday's piece was steamed with leaves in the slow cooker.

It's been a glorious week to be outside.