Hawks and Wrens

I was outside enjoying a bit of sunshine

when I heard the Hawks.
A pair soared over the house.

The Carolina Wren heard them too.

When he saw me he forgot all about the Hawks.
He was more interested in the plate of food I had brought out.

Indian Princess

I closed my eyes for just a moment.
The smell of sage transported me
to a different time.



I could hear the whispers in the Garden Rue.



In the morning mist the Rosemary
reminded me of the Indian Princess.



My father gave me popping corn one year for Christmas.
I treasure the tin it came in.




I thought of the Corn Maidens.
I thought of those that once walked on this red road.
I cut a bouquet of sage, garden rue and rosemary
for my kitchen table.

I am an Indian Princess.
I am Red Woman today.
I will walk a mile in my moccasins.
Please join me.

Indian Summer

The wind shifted.
A south-western breeze
brought warmer air into the gardens.

The female Gold Finch stayed with me on the deck
while I had my morning pear.

The female Cardinal came for breakfast

as did her mate.

The clouds are beginning to break up.
The air is warming.
Indian Summer has come.

Full Beaver Moon

I stood in the front yard before supper
and watched as the full Beaver Moon rose.

I planned to serve our savory pie at 6pm.

I have a hot cup of ginger tea and a moon bath planned for later.
November's full moon is also know as the full Frosty Moon.
It is not frosty tonight but I will need a blanket as I catch moon beams.
Happy Full Beaver Moon!

Veteran's Day

For our celebration I made pear pastries.
Almost as good as pie.



My book tonight is a cook book.
I am cooking a new recipe on Wednesday nights.
I think we will have a savory pie tomorrow night.



My new slippers are warm.

The weather is to warm up a bit.
I am looking forward to Indian Summer.
Maybe I will see a bee or a butterfly.
I miss them already!

Rainy Day

I am making slippers today
from some wool I felted last week.

I found a book yesterday at the secondhand book sellers
on Stumpwork Embroidery.

I would like to learn how to do this.
I would like to put bees on my slippers
and spiders on my hats!

It is a rainy, cold November day,

perfect for crafting.

Sun dog

The sun added ten degrees
to the feel of the air.



I sat outside this afternoon with the birds.




Wrapped in my blanket I was warm.




The Juncos came to the deck,
they are my winter friends.

A sun dog shone in the southern sky.

There is ice in the clouds.

Cold and windy

The north wind has blown most of the leaves off the trees.
The Mourning Doves came down from the wire.




We took a drive through an old cemetery
on our way to the bookstore.



I am thinking about next year's gardens.
I would like to plant a dyer's garden.
I think it would go nicely with my wool and felting.

I found a journal to record my plans and my plantings.

A dyer's garden is also nice for the butterflies!

Rising Wind

An artist cap

I wear many hats.

Today I made an artist cap.
I have never worn this type of hat.
Once I began working with felted wool I felt like an artist.
I sculpted my bag yesterday and today my hat!



Felting has opened a new world to me.
Felting is magical!

I sat outside for a few minutes
with my new artist cap sitting happily on my head.

Mocking bird came right up to the Dogwood!
I have missed Mockingbird.

The birds seemed to accept this new hat of mine!

Layers

Storms are coming in.
The clouds are beginning to layer.

The Grackles and the Crows
have returned for the winter.

The female Red-Bellied Woodpecker
is becoming comfortable again at the nuts.

Cooper's Hawk is keeping
the House Sparrow population in check.

I started working on my new hat.

Life is good.

Birds, bugs and bags

The leaves are off the Dogwood.
The wind blew them all over the backyard.
A few berries remain.

A small flock of Starlings came for berries.
The Robins and the Cardinals had already eaten most of them.

While the felt dried I watched the birds and the bugs.

I started sewing around 3 in the afternoon.
My bag was finished by 5 pm.

If all goes well tomorrow I will make a matching hat.
Felting is magical!

Voting and Felting

It is a lovely election day.
We walked to the voting poll while the leaves danced in the air
and skipped on the sidewalk.




The wait was manageable.
I took my book.
I visited with neighbors.

I have been looking forward to this day.
I have been planning to begin felting on election day.
I have read lots of books and have choosen my projects.
I want to make a hat and a purse.

I did my shopping at the secondhand shops.
I found a 100% wool sweater and a black cashmere sweater
to be the bodies of my hat and purse.
These I will felt in the washing machine.
I found a 100% silk dress to cut up to use as the linings.

A black velvet braided belt will be the handle for the purse.
I am looking for a large old black coat button to be the fastener.

I am excited!

As I walked into the house I saw a praying mantis.
I sat my basket down and began taking pictures.
Felting can wait for a few more minutes.

All Soul's Day

I took a walk in the cemetery.

I took a break from my work.

I am still packing up October's charms.

I am getting November's delights unpacked.

The bright light of the Maples are calling to me.

Maybe I can clean after sunset.

All Saints Day

I awoke to dense fog.
The spirit of Halloween lingered in my gardens.

We are gathering the Jack-o-lanterns.
We are gathering October's joys.
The Celtic traditions stay in my heart.

It is time to celebrate November.
It is time to walk the good red road.
It is time for me to celebrate the
American Indian spirituality.

I am in the butterfly clan.
Changes are coming into my life.
It is my time to step into the world.

Father Sun will burn through the fog
and show me right direction.

My photographs are being published.
It is exciting to emerge.

Happy November!