Am foghar . . .

the crimson & gold hued treasures of Autumn

have slowly seeped into my very bones

and out through my pencils & brushes

"am foghar" my gaelic "autumn"

piece is begun, at last!

Thoughts of crisp woodland meanderings

and the wee creatures hidden there.

I am wanting to capture their wildness

in my drawings & tiny (unfinished) sculptures

october

It is nearly over, where do the hours disappear to?

We are safely snuggled into our wee house

as the dark draws round us,

finding plenty to keep our fingers busy

& with a whole heap of faerie stories to read.

My mr o is a travelling the highlands on & off

making the hours we share ever more precious.

Very soon i am off on an adventure with my girls

to the far flung corners of Marrakesh!!

So excited, my dreams are filled with

Arabian nights, dusky souks

story tellers, dancers & musicians

i can hardly wait!!

I wonder what keeps you occupied

on these drawing in so swiftly

velvety evenings?

x x x