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 June 2016

A Snowflakes Promise.............New Challenge

Today's card is a design team make for the great team over at a Snowflakes Promise. A new challenge has just begun, and will run for the next fortnight. I have to say that as I'm trying my hardest to type there is a little Nosey trying his hardest to pad my think that he thinks he's helping. The challenge is an Anything goes with always the option of going Christmas.

We are so lucky at this challenge to have been sponsored by the wonderful team over at Oddball Art. If you get the chance..why not pop over and take a look at all the wonderful artwork that they have available.

The sun is shining again here in the mountains and everyone seems to be making the most of it.Nosey has now moved on to my chest and is trying his hardest to help me this is accompanied by a really loud purr. He still comes to the bathroom with me and always tries to flush the toilet...whether I'm ready or not. I've noticed that every bank holiday I seem to lose days and seem to be playing catch up for the following week. I had a lovely bank holiday though..only a couple of chainsaw sessions for a while and the rest of the time I was crafting listening to the birdsong. As I'm sitting here I can hear lots of birds but also the long standing cuckoo. For the last week that's all you can hear in the distance.It's a wonder that he doesn't run out of voice. He seems to be able to keep going for hours. I was amazed the other day to read on facebook some ladies complaining about the birdsong..I suppose I must be lucky because it's never bothered me . I once had a woodpecker that used to arrive on the bedroom windowsill and peck away at 6 every morning. I saw it as a joy because I got to see this wonderful bird close up. Mind you I also love the sound of peacocks. We used to have them when I was younger and always found it to be a rather other worldly sound.

Well the coffee is calling as normal and I'm waiting for the postman to call. I'm waiting for some parcels to arrive...crafting I'm very excited to say the least. One of the things is my favourite of the distress inkpads. I have had to replace one because I managed..I say I but it was really one of the knock the inkpad into my coffee. I thought that I had saved it quickly enough but when I came to use had gone mouldy..I was needless to say it went into the bin and a new one had to be ordered. It had to be the one that I use the most. Anyway I shall be sipping my coffee waiting for the postman to arrive. So until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting.
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1 comment :

  1. Great card, really cute. I also love to hear the birdsong-much nicer than power tools & chainsaws!