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, 1 October 2014

The bough

Todays card is made with a stamp from the Sheena Douglas 'A Little Bit Sketchy' range. I love this stamp and hve been working with it in lots of different ways. I'm currently working on turning it into a christmas card..which I will share with you at some time soon.On this card I have stamped using a memento ink pad andhave coloured using my copics. The sentiment is also on the stamp sheet. I should also tell you that yesterdays stamped image is also on the sheet. So it really is great value for moneyI stamped the image and the sentiment, then mounted them onto some burgundy card. Overall it is a very simple card but could be used in many ways and for many occasions

Well today here in the mountains it is raining on and off. And the big news is that after many years, the path is no longer flooding. Even though t took the council so long to fix the's now perfect. It seems as if the moat is It will be so nice to be able to get out without having to paddle. If only now they would get round to fixing the ladies street light and my dropped kerb...I may have nothing to moan at the council for. That in itself would be a novelty. But I'm sure with their tendency to ignore problems and make excuses over won't be long until I turn into a moaning minny...again.

Yesterday when I took Reg for a wheel we were joined by Rave, Tankie, Pink and Milky. We went up the lane to turnaround tree, and as we were sat there for a moment, I could hear the distant sound of a cat meowing. It was Jeff. He had been up to the quarry and must have heard us. I watched him make his way down, complaining all the way. When he got to quarry corner he ran onto the road and proceeded to run towards us, still When he finally made it to us, he ran immediately to Reg and loved him for a good 5 minutes. It was so sweet. At the moment they are both lay in the cats basket, curled up together.I have 3 cats sat on the windowsill waiting for the rain shower to stop.

Well the coffee is calling and I have a pile of work to do. Also I have alot to do sorting out my stuff for christmas crafting. Before too long I will be sitting in a swirl of glitter and everyone within a two mile radius will be So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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