Nestled, cozy, ‘neath the fallen leaves
Amidst the pinecone spiral’s spreading seeds
Betwixt the twisted roots of this old tree
Look close, and if you’re lucky, there I’ll be.
I really love Aggie’s poem; I love how its awkwardness forces the mouth not to be lazy – it is as gnarled and knotted as the roots of his woodland home.
I’m painting mushroom’s for Robin’s wall.
Three in a row.
I made, like, eight though, because they’re so pretty and addictive. I only have one in a hoop so far. It’s in the shop, with free worldwide shipping. I also have some cream linen ones, some oval ones and possibly a rectangle if I can find the frame in my heap of unpacked boxes…
And, as always, sending out love across the miles. I wish you a blessed day.
Love, Vicky x