The season of harsh winds, cold fingers, red cheeks. Winter like I remember in the Shenandoah Valley. Where warmth was found in friends' homes, in the cafes, the library stacks.
Walking through ice covered snow, the crunch of each footstep. Looking up into the snowing sky, seeing only black and white of sky and flakes as they fell.
Keep your heart warm.
Oh, sweet, sweet Lacuna. You are so happy where you are, aren't you? I can tell.
Into the Wild is a series of posts that are provided by you, my sweet patrons. I love seeing and sharing where my pieces end up. If you'd like to send me an image or two to share, pop it on over to crbabbie (at) gmail (dot) com.
As always, thank you.
I love sharing how my patrons hang their cocoons, don't you?
photos kindly provided by J.B.
She stands before you.
The spells that protect you, this is where they come from, in your soul.
The secrets that are not ready to come out, they will be safe.
Blues swirling into greens and teals, back again. The light reflects off the beads and the pearls gleam in the gentle movement.
Wool/silk yarn, glass beads, pearls, cotton thread.
It's no secret. Autumn is my favorite.
The bold colors against the crisp breezes.
Hot toddies, fireplaces blazing, drizzling rains.
Steel-cut oats with walnuts, pumpkin bread and turkey.
Endless cups of tea.