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, 3 December 2014

Snow is falling

Todays card is from Joanna Sheens Victorian Christmas triple cdrom.I just love the image of the blue tits on the pine branches. I mounted the image onto some silver mirri, along with the backing paper.I also glittered the image. I then die cut some poinsettias and holly leaves in white to embellish the card. I also added a glittered peeloff. I also added some silver swirls.

Well what a day today and I'm only half way I was expecting a tesco delivery this morning ut it hasn't happened. I had a phonecall from the delivery driver to tell me that the van had broken down about 5 miles away. Bless was freezing outside. She said that she had asked another person from the village ( who also had a delivery booked) if they could bring my shopping as they were picking their own up but they said no. I thought well there's a good dose of community spirit. When I think what I've done for people in the village over the took my breath away. But what can you do. So here I was surrounded by a tribe of meandering cats who just wanted their Well one of my friends turned up and has offered to go and pick it up..goodness help him..he's gone to get 90 tins of cat He may get mugged by the tribe when he gets

Yesterday I said that I was going to try to make a bauble wreath for the door..well it just went from bad to oh my god in a short length of time. Once I'd started it didn't take me long to realise that I didn't have enough baubles to do an entire wreath. But I decided to make half the circle with baubles and cover the rest with ribbons and tinsel. So I continued.And I have to say I liked it and was happy with what I had created. Well then bedtime happened. I went to sleep, not giving it a second thought. Well this morning it looked as if christmas had exploded in the parlour. It seems to me that Jeffrey had, had a hell of a night. The parlour was littered with the baubles..he must have spent the night stripping them from their wreath and then chasing them round the parlour. As I speak, I can spy another two under the oak So it seems to me that the wreath is not to I had thought of repairing it..but Jeff has managed to break every bauble from it's little holder. Only Jeffrey could cause this

Well the coffee is definitely calling today. I've got orders to that will keep me busy this afternoon.I shall spend my time glancing at the pile of baubles wondering what to do with 32 broken So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting

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