Moody and mystical feelings as the sun drops quickly to the horizon. Thinking of using handspun mohair to trim a pair of Stag Antler Mitts, baking dragon bread for Michaelmas, enjoying whittling wood and staining it black. Knitting an endless loop of tiny stitches with 4-ply murky olive and skin pink pure wool yarn.
A hydrangea cutting from last year decided to make Spring even more exciting by creating its first ever flower when nothing else bloomed in the garden. Brought indoors its single blossom came to be appreciated and admired all day long for weeks and weeks. Thanks to its beautiful influence this Spring I was drawn to …
Summer in the Outer Hebrides. The sun uplifts us, we’re early to rise and feeling wise. Adventures beckon in the wind gusting off the sea. Sparkles of salt spray drench our smiles. We splash in the cold water and run through the marram grass and red clover, the wild carrot bearing its crowns of seeds …
Short days, wild winds, stormy seas. The glory of winter darkness hibernation, wrapping ourselves in cosy woollens, swaddling our spirits in the gestation time, quietening our minds, listening with stillness to the sounds of nature. Here we are in the deep mid-Winter with arrows pointing back to Autumn and forwards to Spring in the eternal …
Suddenly Autumn and we’re golden
Honey mellow molten sunshine in the freshness of Autumn. Small bundles of windtorn heather still bloom, fading to lilac from bright purple.
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Moody and mystical feelings as the sun drops quickly to the horizon. Thinking of using handspun mohair to trim a pair of Stag Antler Mitts, baking dragon bread for Michaelmas, enjoying whittling wood and staining it black. Knitting an endless loop of tiny stitches with 4-ply murky olive and skin pink pure wool yarn.
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