“And a bird overhead sang Follow, And a bird to the right sang Here; And the arch of the leaves was hollow, And the meaning of May was clear.” ~Algernon Charles Swinburne~
The dawn chorus of robin and song thrush, blackbird and wren. The sweet scent of gorse on the breeze. The clear blue of wild bluebells and a curlew striding gangly-legged through a machair field. These days are new and bright, sun shines through the clouds as celandine yellow flowers push up through the rough grass and nature all around us sings a song promising new opportunities for laughter and good times.
Pure, organic, cotton dusky blue gauntlets in Jane Austen-style, a touch of Bridgerton powder blue bamboo tape yarn picot edged cuffs. A glorious mess of watercolour green yellow, cream and muted gold in a Springtime wrap with tiny pom pom edging. A panel of William Morris Periwinkle floral fabric sewn on a simple sleeveless top in alpaca and wool. A sandy-beach beige Shetland wool neck cuff with dragon\s tooth edging. An embroidered Great Tit garden bird emblazoned on a soft, chalky blue bodice, edged with a grey embellished trim hand sewn in place.
A bumblebee buzzes at last in the dandelions and the sound makes us happy. The lambs are getting bigger, their baas louder. The waves roll in and out of the bay and we are here, just here, feeling at one with it all. Thank you.
All is on the wane here; the long grass falls dry and soft yellow, sunlight is dimmed in the morning, the wind is colder. At the same time the bramble berries are bursting with plump ripeness and the Rowan berries shine red in the twilight as crows squawk in delight at them. We fall into …
Honey mellow molten sunshine in the freshness of Autumn. Small bundles of windtorn heather still bloom, fading to lilac from bright purple. As-one-with-nature Inner Wild wilderness wear for dearhearts clockwise from top main: Mellow Yellow Handspun Wool Bodice & Stag Antler Fingerless Mitts Gathering Bodice Mega Mitts Honey Sun Mitts Moody and mystical feelings as …
Quiet contemplation and contentment. Short days and frosty nights. A coolness of light. The quietness of time spent observing, being aware, noticing the beauty in every tiny moment. I am knitting a sock on tiny needles with rustic 4 ply wool rough against my finger tips. Ice crystals slide down the window glass. Letting all …
Spring: dawn chorus makes our hearts sing
“And a bird overhead sang Follow,
And a bird to the right sang Here;
And the arch of the leaves was hollow,
And the meaning of May was clear.”
~Algernon Charles Swinburne~
The dawn chorus of robin and song thrush, blackbird and wren. The sweet scent of gorse on the breeze. The clear blue of wild bluebells and a curlew striding gangly-legged through a machair field. These days are new and bright, sun shines through the clouds as celandine yellow flowers push up through the rough grass and nature all around us sings a song promising new opportunities for laughter and good times.
Pure, organic, cotton dusky blue gauntlets in Jane Austen-style, a touch of Bridgerton powder blue bamboo tape yarn picot edged cuffs. A glorious mess of watercolour green yellow, cream and muted gold in a Springtime wrap with tiny pom pom edging. A panel of William Morris Periwinkle floral fabric sewn on a simple sleeveless top in alpaca and wool. A sandy-beach beige Shetland wool neck cuff with dragon\s tooth edging. An embroidered Great Tit garden bird emblazoned on a soft, chalky blue bodice, edged with a grey embellished trim hand sewn in place.
A bumblebee buzzes at last in the dandelions and the sound makes us happy. The lambs are getting bigger, their baas louder. The waves roll in and out of the bay and we are here, just here, feeling at one with it all. Thank you.
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