One of the joys of having a daughter stay is to be able to craft together. Living Crafts Magazine inspired this creation which was made as a gift.
While we enjoyed the process and togetherness it brought to mind a trip to the U.K several years ago. Each encounter with swans was breathtaking and has been etched in memory as is now is the pleasure of this creative experience.
Good falls of rain have come to us at last and have bush and spirits revived,Grey dampness is most welcome after this searing summer .
The cooler weather and grey skies remind that autumn is coming and has brought on the urge to seek a quiet, cosy nook to snuggle into to knit and dream.
For me knitting is therapy. It calms with its rhythm.When the brain is too busy a more complicated pattern calls for focus that acts like meditation.
Crochet blankets have a,nostalgic and warming nature,They seem like an ongoing hug .
This little nook at a plant nursery cafe on Mount Tamborine is very comforting,a place of shelter in front of a wood fire as one indulges in a good coffee and tasty treat.
Dominating this picture is the large Bunya cone . It holds edible nuts that have have been prized for thousands of years. The trees do not produce cones till they are one hundred years old . They have a lifespan of around six hundred years, according to research. It is mind bending to know that this cone has dropped from a living tree whose ancestors were here in the age of dinosaurs.
Although unsure of the species of all the other treasures pictured , the one that looks like a prickly hand on the edge of the group is Australian teak, and possibly present are rosewood capsules.
This summer is extreme in heat and humidity yet we need rain. These seeds will be planted in pots, tended and cherished as they are a precious gift. If they do grow their survival is a statement of love , faith and hope for the future of the planet.
We are experiencing those lazy,hazy,days,of,summer,as an old popular song says. It certainly feels that way with many days over thirty Celsius. Heatwave days that have drained the moisture from the land and all our energy. Even stitching has been put aside.
My efforts in the last few days have been focused on trying to keep plants ,baby birds and trees alive.
My bird guardians take good care protecting their young. Ever alert they always let me know if snakes are out near the house . Living here for many years now I can understand warning calls about which danger is being broadcast.
Another New Year has come all too quickly.My resolution is to make every minute count, every second precious and find beauty in the ordinary as well as the extraordinary.
Recently,l was asked to make a Mother Earth inspired by Sibylle von Olfers classic tale.
Some years back this needle felted Mother Earth and her root children appeared.
Another rendition of this ancient mother depicted her as a beneficient element of nature.
This is the latest version. The characters are Waldorf style dolls. Simplicity allows imagination to develop characters and their stories.
Her children to me symbolise hope in the future, but is it too late? Our treatment of the environment has been brutal,driven by greed and ignorance. Mother Earth has,over many millenia, been creating, nurturing and supporting life; whereas mankind has sent many of her creations into extinction. Has Her patience been too tested? Will she put on her dark mask to become Kali the avenger? This appears to be happening already as we hurtle into the dire consequences of climate change
Making these little dolls has led the mind into the deep canyons and vast unknown of contemplating the mystery of life.
A recent visit to a plant nursery displayed the first spring blossoms. Such delicate beauty that had me awestruck. Looking at the images again it reminded me of a project that needed to begin. Somewhere in my stash lay a special ball of wool, a one ply lace yarn as fine as spider web. It is not only delicate but also soft, like a petal. As if by intent, or the waving of a magic wand, the colours of the wool are the same as the peach blossoms .
As the needles poke and twist they create lace fabric from an easy pattern designed by Morris and Sons . As the fabric formed came the realisation that the love of the process and the material, as well as the colour and energy of the season,were all being enmeshed, forming a union of nature and imagination.
Creation is a result of love, joy and curiosity. My wish is that the love that fills my soul when l create and the joy of the process will be infused in the project and warm the heart,body soul of the recipient.
Spring is here wearing many costumes,flamboyant,delicate,serene and subtle. Annual Flower Festivals reveal breathtaking arrays of colour ,vibrant and rich palettes of tulips and pansies carpet the ground whilst more sedately blossom trees puff out their frills in softer,more delucate tones.
Here in the bush it is much of the sameness,dry,dusty,and an array of grey greens. However there is another noticeable aspect,the arrival of migratory birds and the busy coming and goings of nesting.