It's funny how thoughts just pop into my head

and change the whole direction of my mood.

It shows how ruled I am by my emotions,

my mind and my heart.

It seems that it can change as quickly as a cloud can pass in front of the sun

and linger or sway just as quickly as it leaves...

I need a little bit of beauty to reflect in this morning.

I need my mind to be still.

Just for a moment.

Leaves windless in dark water seem to fit just right.

Feeling balmy

It's an inimitably balmy night.
The end of the sun setting was neon pink in the navy and midnight hues of the sky.
It was pretty fantastic!
I loved seeing my house all lit up in the darkeness.
It looks so warm and cozy.

Come out and PLAY!

A few of my newest nuno felted scarves...

They have come out to play.

The trees are quickly losing their beautiful golden leaves

so I am happy to have been able to get this photo shoot in last week with my friend Abi!

The colors do look amazing,

don't you think?

(P.S. I have put the first one in the shop, but the rest will have to wait until after my fair tomorrow...)

Flaxen and Shining

The woods around my house at the beginning of sunset, looking out from the front yard...

I can't believe how golden everything is.

It looks like the sun has woven its light into the body of each leaf

or like the trees are drinking in flaxen liquor up through each cambium layer and into its veins.

Shining out from within.

I have also been enjoying the mellifluous sound of birdsong as they fatten themselves up with seed at our window feeder.

They land on the chimes on the other side of the door waiting for their turn at feeder and when they jump off in excitement, they jangle the metal pipes into reverberation!

So peaceful and melodic!

P.S. I've noticed a little green light/orb in third and fourth photo.

Do you see it?

What do you suppose it could be... faeries at play?...

the great cranberry adventure: part 3

When we finally made our way back into the dunes towards the bog (and realized at that point, even though it was far, we didn't have to go quite as much further as we had anticipated), I had noticed so many beautiful textures.

The plover had made lacy tracks all over the dunes, berries and sticks that had dropped and were being covered back up, flowers and grasses that had gone past, were dried and standing still like a painting...

We found the right trail!

And when we got to the bog, we immediately got to collecting.

(Did I mention that not many people know of this bog? It's kind of like a secret...)

It amazed me how many cranberries can grow on these little tiny bushes that are so low to the ground.

We were trying to get as many as possible before we had to go.

We each managed to scoop up enough to mostly fill a 1 gallon freezer bag full and then decided the rest would have to wait for another day. (plus we were worried about being caught with the dogs since we were breaking the rules)

The walk back was definitely long, but warm and beautiful.

I can't believe how early the sun starts setting these days.

By 2 o'clock, I felt like it was 5:30!

I think the total trip was about 5 miles and if you have ever hiked in sand, you know it feels like at least double that!

So, the moral of the story goes like this:

Take the boat.

Just kidding.

Although we might take the skiff next time, if I were to walk in again, I would remember to bring food and water in my backpack instead of filling it up with layers I think I might need but don't. And of course, I always have to leave room for treasures picked up along the way, not to mention all the cranberries we pick!

This ended up being a 4 or 5 hour adventure and I had only eaten a scone for breakfast.

It was a good thing the orchard was open on the way home, I was starving!

I don't ever think a rustic meal of apple, cheese and bread with cider ever tasted so good!

So, any of you have any good adventures you want to share?

I love a good adventure tale!

(see previous posts here and here)

the great cranberry adventure: part 2

So, most of the photos are actually in the dunes and on the beach (and back in the dunes) leading up to the bog...

Anyway, I was following mum, but she had only been there by boat since it is waaaaay at the other end of the beach, so it was quite an effort to get to the marker where the bog was.

We traveled on the path a while, then got lost, then ended up back out on the beach and had to talk to a few different people to get our bearings.

The colors of the day were so perfect and the light that seemed to bleach everything out created a clean, dreamy effect. Such a peaceful place!

At the point where we had to go back onto the beach to try to get there, we got to see people riding their horses. This girl was mighty jealous!

We say a good handful of people riding their horses, I loved the sound of the galloping on the sand! We also had to use Veda as a shoe sherpa for a bit since my bag was getting filled with shed layers and beachy treasures.

However, we finally made it back into the right area of the dunes, not too far from the bog!

And for the rest of the story, you will have to wait for the last post.

...to be continued...

(see previous post here)