A Miscellany of Pictures and Thoughts

Industry

I blind the sun on his throne at noon, nothing can tame me, nothing can bind, I am a child of the heartless wind- But oh the pines on the mountain's crest whispering always, "Rest, Rest". Sara Teasdale

The autumn is old; the sear leaves are flying; He has gather'd up gold, and now he is flying; Old age, begin sighing!  Thomas Hood     

 

Walking Through The Woods on Thanksgiving

 Today I walked a different path than most days, I took a somewhat dubious trail through the woods along and behind my house.  There were lots of deciduous trees and a few pines and firs, and surprisingly, a small fort built with four pallets!  Very industrious, someone was.  I’m not certain if they’re on my property, we have to get a surveyor out anyway, but I can’t tell if it’s in use or not.  Kids I don’t mind, but I don’t want someone lighting a fire there, for instance.  I’ll see if my neighbor or his kids might know the story.  

I also found tree bits with moss and lichens on them, the kind of lichens you can use for natural dyeing, pine cones and a birds nest on the ground, plus several in the trees.  Maybe a squirrel nest too!  But most exciting we’re three turkey hens just walking along, ambling around, and gobbling.  Not particularly scared of me but when I tried to get a photo, by the time I got my phone out again, they were just dots against the trees, not worth snapping the picture.

Over it all, loomed South Mountain, hovering protectively like a huge hen over her tiny chicks....I feel better knowing the mountain is there-  

Devils Backbone At Dusk

I made this for my daughter for Christmas.  Last year she asked me for wall art with a tree theme, so this happened.  It is a state forest about an hour from here that I last visited in the autumn.  The inspiration was a quilt by McKenna Ryan, though it is not the same, just a similar style.  I will follow up with the sunrise piece, soon I hope.