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

Monday, 1 December 2014

Poinsettia Wreath

Todays card is a design team make for the wonderful team over at JB-Crafting Supplies. This card is made using a stamp from the Joanna Sheen Fabulous Flowers range. This stamp is part of the music stamp sheet. There are 3 different stamps on the sheet. This small one featuring a small poinsettia, holly leaves and a sprig is the first that I used. I will feature the larger stamp later in the week. To make this card, I stamped and coloured the image 7 times to make the wreath. I mounted some red card,green card and a patterned paper..and then edged it all with a glittered peeloff. I then added some jewels and a ribbon.

It looks as if we are going to get some rain today here in the mountains. There's a lot of  cloud and it's definitely getting colder. I wonder if we are getting snow this year. I have always loved the snow. The magical blanket that covers the landscape and turns it into an unknown place. I remember years ago I had to walk was 7 miles (this was so long ago it was before my accident) and I can remember thinking that I couldn't recognise anywhere. The 7 miles were country roads that I went down everyday on my motorbike but on this day my bike had broken down and my step father wouldn't come and give me a lift. He was like that..he wouldn't take the risk of getting cold or having to leave his armchair. So I had to walk. I can remember the feelings of shock that the familiar roads looked so different. I managed it...I don't know how long it took me..but I finally arrived home. It's funny how you remember the strangest But despite this memory...the snow is still a wonderful sight to me. Henry and I were even known to go out at 2 o'clock in the morning to make snow angels in the fresh fallen snow. I shall be able to sit in my chair, if it snows and look out at these mountains and remember happy times. There is an old saying that God gave us memory so that we can have roses in December. Well I have so many happy memories of Henry over the festive season...they will be my roses.

The cats are all still loving the electric blanket on the bed. Because it goes on before I go to bed..they are always there before Sprout seems to be the first to notice and then the word is out...and by the time I finally go to's already full. And I have to say that none of them want to move. Well the coffee is until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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