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

Friday, 3 October 2014

Ivy Dreams

Todays cardis made using the One Summers Day cdrom brought to us by Joanna Sheen. There is something very peaceful about it and could be a card used for any occasion. I have mounted the image and the backingpaper onto some dark green card. I created a border using the same green card and a thin piece of thebacking paper. Onto that I added some die cut ivy leaves and some sequin flowers. The small oval at the bottom is also on the sheet that the image printed out on. I have to admit to having a bit of a thing for these small sequin flowers. I buy them from Mei Flowers. They are available in a large range of colours and are very little money. What I really like about them is the twinkle that they give to any project you use them on. Of course it could just be that I have a thing for little fiddly

Well the wind is following heavens hard here in the mountains. The cats are running around, enjoying the feeling of the wind through their fur. It's so funny to watch them skipping around, chasing the leaves. They seem to be so intent in their own joy that they don't notice the other cats and every so often run into each The weather news has said that it's going to get worse later it seems to be time to batten down the hatches..or in my case, I may have to close the biggest cat flap in the world (the parlour window) and I don't know how I would cope with It's because I'm a lady of a certain age and need a good draught to keep me I thought that I had finished with the hot flushes a couple of years ago, when I spent a whole year in front of a fan..but no..they have returned with a bang. At night the duvet must be and on and off again..all night. I can't have my feet covered else I think I'm going to melt. If any of you are suffering in the same have my sympathy. I know a few men who would deserve a year of it...then they may understand it and not treat it like a joke.

I've just had a cup of coffee put in front of me..the smell of it is it's back to work for me now. I hope that you have a good until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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