It was very windy, and I got scared

  

It made me sad one time when I told my father how much I hated the wind, and he told me how he loved it: it reminded him of his childhood, of where he was from.  He and I have very little in common.  Hair colour, I think that’s about it.

This is one of the fruits from a tree, brought down by the wind.

It caught my eye on the first morning of wind and I decided it would be mine.  But there were too many people around to judge me as a weirdo for stopping to scoople it up on that particular day.  Plus the wind was vile and I wanted to get indoors in case it carried me off to a land that most likely would not be Oz.

So for a week I checked up on it.  It blended in with the other twigs, moved about the pavement a bit, eventually onto the road and then finally into my pocket, as my beautiful twig!

Thanks wind!


Perhaps one day we can be friends

Owl pellets

or

Bone Things

Clance and I took the most splendid walk one day in the late summer.  This happened several years ago.

large stone wenis

On our journey we stepped over many turds and a good number of murdered shrews.  Abandoned turds on pathways always make me a little bit annoyed but Clance explained to me that the turds were in fact owl pellets. 

She said that whilst toiling as a scientist one time, her task was to dissect one and then reassemble the contents which, lo and behold, turned out to be the bones and fur of whichever tiny creature that particular owl had feasted upon and then hacked back up as a waste product.  

Tiny pelvises and shin bones were mentioned and something about using disinfectant and gloves.  I became intrigued at once, obviously.

hopefully their murderers will one day be brought to justice

When I finally got around to dissecting my own owl pellets however, I discovered the two different types.  One is the type that Clance got, which is a manufactured one filled with really exciting whole bones that form the entire skeleton of a creature.  The other type is the real one, where the bones are mostly just shards and gristle still lurks in amongst them.  Of course, I got the real ones.

But let’s not be too disheartened; I got one really good tiny bone and a couple of bits of what looks like jaw bone complete with teeth.  And is that a fragment of spine..?  It will all be very useful

and she will have something to do with it all

From 'a swathe of beauty' I

Quite some time ago Natalie, my biggest fan*, called upon my services again to demand a fine wedding gift. For her very own wedding, obviously. 

Today, I was given the permission I had hoped for as Natalie suggested I make myself a dress to wear at her evening gathering.  I could barely contain the excitement.  So despite not having received my invite (it’s in the post, right?), I have decided to embark on yet another project and make that frock!!!!  It will rock, I am sure.

 Not least because rock rhymes with frock.

*don’t forget, the position of biggest fan is there for the usurping.   

A swathe of beauty

Whilst holidaying in Bronte Country today I stumbled upon the most glorious yellow fabric, 

which I promptly bought. 

So the kernel of an idea began to form...

Now feast: 

For a dear friend VI

Pilot

and other studies