Thursday, November 6, 2014
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
~ Elsie N. Brady
November has arrived with its dreary hues of grey and brown. The days grow shorter, the cold weather is moving in with its foggy mornings, its killing frosts. So many trees now stand bare, bracing against the blustery winds, their leaves lying in a soggy mat, their crisp crunchiness gone with October's vibrant color. We've already had our first snow, our first nor'easter. And another is on the way, with this last one barely melted away. Sigh... we have to face the reality of winter coming. No wonder I tend to retreat to my studio where all I have to do is flip a switch for bright cheery light, and look at my palette of fabric for a rainbow of colour!
I've been busy getting things ready for my class this Saturday, and doing a little prep work for a few Christmas projects. Of course I can't show you those yet, as they will be gifts. You'll have to be patient, my lovelies! Stay tuned! I'll have a few small projects to show soon. :)
“But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.” ~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars