Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

A Day to smell the Flowers

For a change todays card is not a christmas card. The image and backing paper are from The Age of Elegance cdrom by Joanna Sheen. This particular image is from a painting by Waterhouse. The backing paper is a William Morris design. To embellish the card I have used dies from the Brittania and Signature ranges. I thought I would share this today as it is for a friends birthday and will be soon going off in the post. It was a pleasure to make because I got to play with my dies and I have to say as much as I adore christmas, a break from all the robins and glitter was a lovely thing. After all, I have been making christmas cards since son has said recently that I shoul really think about starting earlier..but as much as it would make it easier time wise..I really think that August is early enough for me.
Today I'm having to blog in the middle of a roundabout of moving cats yet again. Due to the bad weather today, they are all in....and complaining. They do have a choice and today they have chose not to venture out. And I can't say that I blame them. The wind is roaring and there is a cold snap that has made me put my blanket over my feet.
Wherever you are, I hope that you are keeping warm and that the weather is being kinder to you. Well the coffee is calling and then it will be time to get back to the glitter. So until tommorrow...take care and happy crafting

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