Adjusting

Hello everyone.  Well, it's a new reality now, a new world.  I'm trying to cultivate and nourish my awareness of little Agnes as a spirit now.  It's difficult because I miss her form so much.  Still, there is definitely a sense of her about.

I've been stitching on my grandson's quilt, and here's a bit of that:

Went for a walk in the big park...lots of moss and drippy wetness:

And a close-up:

Next a little newt crawled by.  In the spring the Rangers close a road up here so the newts can travel undisturbed.

And then, I visited the Little Farm where the happy pig slept.  I think she was dreaming of her babies who were under the heat lamp.

The world is full of amazing things.  That's all for now...

Weaving, wool and wild turkeys

On this day of Equinox and Full Moon, after reading Jude's posting about weaving, I noticed many many web weavings in my neighbor's yard.  The spiders had been busy...almost every available space was  taken...a mine field for flying insects.  The webs glistened in the sunlight like gossamer dinner plates.  Here is one:

Baa baa black sheep:

Then, I went to visit the pigs and chickens and geese at the Little Farm nearby, but they were all inside for the night. The wild turkeys were stopping by to see what they could glean.  Here are some feathers:

And here is a turkey portrait; she has stirred up the pebbles with her beautiful feet, hoping for some leftover seeds:

Happy Autumn, everyone...