merry christmas . . .

wishing everyone a wonderful warm & love filled christmas

x x x

light & dark . . .

Such a frost coated winter solstice.

From today onwards . . .

slowly & surely

the daylight will creep back into our homes the dark will draw back to hide under its covers till next time

the beginning & the endings

enjoy

x

red & gold & white . . .

in amongst all the sparkling loveliness of the snow & ice

i have been snuggled in my studio

i have been mixing deep & glowing colours

to keep me warmer still,

christmas stars in velvety skies

christmassy trees, full of heartfelt messages

and christmas dancing angels, to bring smiles of joy

i have also been amending disasters, this last month

my red & unruly hair seems to be a thing

hairdressers have never been able to tame,

by cut or colour, as you see below, sighs

at last i am relenting & returning to my natural untamed state

(top right & bottom left, is where i'm at just now)

do other redheads have the same problem i wonder?

At the end of each beautiful day

wonderful frosty sunsets send me indoors with

a smile on my face

x x x

Palaces & Peacocks . . .

Time out was so very long overdue

but at last we found ourselves travelling

North to Perth, the fair city, ready to explore. The beautiful sandstone "Scone Palace"

(pronounced sku'n ) was saved until last.

The crowning place of many ancient Scottish kings

amongst them, Macbeth & later Robert the Bruce in 1306

We stood & imagined the echoes of ancient voices at moot hill

as the kings sat upon the Stone of Scone

to receive their crowns. We strolled under the Autumn sun glittered on lawns

where once stood the village of Scone. Sadly landscaping in 1802

meant moving the whole village 2 miles away! The only reminders

now are the Mercat cross & mossy stones in the ancient graveyard.

We wandered amongst gardens discovering albino peacocks

stopped in at the coffee shop for warm drinks

& then tried to lose ourselves in the beech maze.

All in all a wonderfully relaxing weekend away.

Time out for Mr O & i, from all the other things

we find ourselves being from day to day.
x x x

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