...a few very windy days have stripped the trees of most of their leaves. these first november mornings are so bright and clear in the back room of the house. the sun shines in with such intensity i almost need sunglasses to sew.
...i was stitching without a lot to say when i noticed that i could catch the sun's reflection in the needle. what a moment. reflections are like that i thought. a chance to witness something that may never come again... never actually caught at all.
...so in my speechlessness i found my words again, and i did a bit of what-iffing inspired by the changing light and the wash of winter chill that is moving towards us. and i stitched a lot this morning. the stitches are like words i guess.
...a bit of wool is creeping into this one and i feel the need for more of it. just feels right. this piece which i have named the last apple will have a woolen back i think. something lofty and warm.
i added a couple of new blogs to my new paths list. you know how it is when you start a new blog. a few words from others can be very encouraging.
