Monday, February 9, 2009

New palate.





Perhaps it's the bleakness of winter. Leafless branches. White tail deer in the woods. White foot prints in the white snow. I am compelled to blend in with the world outside my window, a kind of camouflage or delayed hibernation. Simple projects that don't overwhelm, with simple hand done tasks. Tiny bits of embroidery, a French knot here and there. The color of fresh eggs, tea, winter skies, baling twine and hay. Nesting. Preparing for spring... whenever that may be.

2 comments:

Lisa said...

You have quiet a lovely, poetical voice...

ApachesPrincess said...

I'm loving the bird!