Thursday.. magic in the garden..

Mystic and playful,

 charming and savage,

Most are bewitching; we must be cautious.

Cosmos

Orchid

Fungi

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Tuesday...

May, cool nights are calling for blankets and quilts. The crochet blanket is old, soft  from washing. It tells stories of hands, holding  a crochet hook, one stitch after the other, thoughts caught for ever in the fibers,  mingling  and swirling, happy and sad, irretrievable. It is great to snuggle when the cold winds are calling, rattling the shadows of the past.

Billy has his own snuggle blanket. He is just like people, he  loves his comforts.

A blanket in progress from all sorts of yarns. Randomly added colours and patterns. I don't know how long it will take to finish it.  I think there are about 350 stitches, one row after the other...when I feel like it!

©Photos Ts 

Wednesday...a little light;

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.” 

William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

Early morning in the garden, silence, the first birds have already noisily greeted the day, now the morning sun plays and moves with patterns and lights. Ts

©Photo mygarden/ Text Ts