Usually the maple leave turn first. Falling almost before the oak leaves turn. This season, all the oak leaves on the high trees blew off in the storm, some still green. And now, so late in November, the smaller maples are turning bright yellow and filling in the spaces with hopeful color. I am used to rising before sunrise now. Sitting with the moon before morning coffee. Comfortable, as dark changes into almost dark.
This is a cropped image from a larger cloth. Magic cloth 2, still in process. Which now hangs on a cold wall. Layers of cloth on a wall will keep you warmer on cold nights. I am imagining the moon ( fabric dyed by Deb) woven in among the trees. Because there are more spaces now. The idea makes me feel safe, like mending holes. Bringing me closer to ideas of moon and space. And place-keeping. In a way season is usually a familiar place.
This is a busy time for me. Mom requires more of my time and things are still to be done, post storm. I haven't been wandering around the web much. Some new stones have been gathered for the magic feather project and I will catch up with it all real soon.