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