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

Saturday, 28 March 2015

The Garden Room

Todays card is from Joanna Sheens 'One Summers Day' cdrom.I love this picture of a garden room and think it would be perfet for a gardening friend. The cd features the art work of Barbara Mock and there are some delightful images on this cd. The backing paper has a lace pattern on it, which I could see myself using for many different cards not just this one. I have mounted both the backing paper and the image onto some pale green card. I edged the image with lace and added some small green velvet bows.

This afternoon we are now living in Brigadoon. The mist has rolled down the mountains and now I can see absolutely nothing. Not even the cottage across the road..nothing but the white mist. It's strange when you look at the can follow it for about 5 foot and then it disappears. It reminds me of a game that Henry used to play on one of his was called the bridge to nowhere and you had to follow on this bridge but you didn't know what was coming because the way ahead was not visible. It's just like that here at the moment. The really strange thing is that it can be gone in a minute...I could just turn my head to thr right and the mountains will be back in focus.

As I am writing this, I am sat here in my apron, just because I have been painting all morning. Not the walls for a change..but a couple of canvases which I'm hoping to finish later. I have to say that it's been a long time since I painted and enjoyed it quite so much. I had to put my apron on because I',m a very painter and as I'm always helped by the tribe of furry tummies who don't mind spreading the And typing this today is also a small workout as Raven has decided that she wants to sit on my left arm...which is not helping with the typing. She is as I said sat on my arm, padding me and purring so loudly and I have to say that she has a very heavy What she is really protesting at is the fact that Milky is sat on my legs and she does think that that is her domain. After all I only live her to see to their

Well the coffee is calling and Sparkle has arrived. The coffee need must filter round the It's fish pie for dinner this evening and I have already planned to do lasagne for tomorrow night. I'm feeling the need to do a roast dinner at sometime but haven't decided what type yet. I can be a bit of a roast junkie and like all the perhaps it will have to wait until I'm finally properly well. It will give me a little time just to decide just how many trimmings I can add to one So until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting 
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  1. Beautiful card today. I'm just picturing the cats"helping " you paint-he he! Sounds like you're feeling a bit better as you're certainly doing plenty. Very wet start to the day here so after the usual housework is done I might get some crafting in.