Come join me "upstairs" from the Studio, a place to relax and talk with friends. Here you'll find clips of my stuff, woolgathering about the animals in the family, news about shows and events and links to other sites that I find too good not to mention. Pull up a cushion and have some cake( there should always be cake) and tea, and lets discuss the amazing world of Art in it's many forms!
by Robert Louis Stevenson
|Whenever the moon and stars are set, |
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
Friday, December 31, 2010
This has been a year of new things for me.
Spiritually I moved closer to the Creator in my garden; though I have lived here for 28 years, this was the first full growing season without the huge messy White Mulberry spewing berries and muck everywhere. Everything came alive and I found a sanctuary to write in, unleashing thoughts and feelings I didn't even know I had... though I mourned the loss of my shady mornings at 6AM when the cold set in, I've already planned for the growing season of 2011.