Thursday, November 5, 2015

November. Really?

The beginning of November, with the red and orange leaves fallen on the ground, and the yellows and browns still clinging to the trees. I am still clinging to the trees as well, trying to prolong the coming of winter and its snow. Bare branches are reaching for the grey clouds moving swiftly overhead. Hang on little leaves, hang on.

The previous ten months seem to have passed in a flash, and we ask where did the time go. How could it possibly be November when just yesterday the summer was beginning. Wasn't it just yesterday? Now the days are shorter, the evenings darker and the wind colder.

Harvest is over on the farm. Another sign that the winter invasion is coming closer. I am so pleased that D was able to make a donation Feed Nova Scotia. She has been able to do this for the last 3 years.

I did manage to do a little bit of felting for a few days. It is a dangerous hobby when you keep putting holes in your thumb. Needless to say, it is important to stop the bleeding before continuing to felt the white wool, or else......candy canes...

It is not as bad as it looks. My thumb was stinging a bit so I squeezed it and four little spurts of
blood appeared from four little jabs. When I make small things my thumb is a larger target. :)

Just a few of my latest creations

The evening skies can be very strange looking
but beautiful

It has taken me three days to get this much down 
so I shall stop here;

Until next time,
may your days be peaceful


  1. Yes,winter is at the door. Even as I type this the radio is telling me to be prepared for snow tonight. Be carful with those needles.

    1. Our weather seems so strange. Today it is dreary, but the temperature is warmish. We never know what the day will bring.

  2. I love your soft toys. Three of the ladies here are making a rag rug and at the rate we are going it won't see a floor until next November!
    Our weather has been surprisingly calm of late, but it is getting dark now just after 4:00pm, so the days are shortening at an alarming rate.

    1. Much like yours, our evenings are getting darker earlier. I felt in spurts and dashes, but my poor old thumb takes a beating every time.

  3. Do you remember the year that I made Blueberry wine after a session of felting? Tiny purple dots on the ends of many of my fingers revealed where I had been pricking myself. They were stained for at least a few weeks! :)

  4. Your post is so poetic. I can no longer hold onto fall, but I hope you can squeeze out a bit more enjoyment before winter! The older I get, the faster time passes.

  5. Suddenly, like within a DAY, it seems, the leaves I worshipped are all down at my feet, like supplicant sorrowful beings, knowing their time has come. Sigh.
    Well, that's rather dreary, but so are November days. On to winter and let's find a way to reflect on the beauty of the sun reflecting on a field of snow - not too far away.
    Now, watch your thumb!

  6. Hi Bonnie - hope you're ready for the holidays! You haven't posted in awhile. Just wanted to come by and wish you all the best in this holiday season.