Blessings of Brigit

Blessings of Brigit this fine Imbolc day! Spring has arrived exactly on time! I hope you enjoy the view from the art room this afternoon. The sky was blue, the birds were singing, & just look how sparkly it is in the camelias......I think the Fae must be hiding in there somewhere........


Oh Marigold! How you have let your garden go this Winter! Now you must prepare this weedy space for Spring planting! But just look at the light! It is truly wonderful after such a long, cold season. I think I will attempt to make the vegetables & herbs much prettier this year.
Here is my poultry! The ducks are very wild & very shy this year. I do love to eavesdrop on their mutterings. The hen I made for myself out of felted knitting after being inspired by one I saw at Winterwood Toys. This girl turned out to be plumper & broodier than I had imagined, & is a perfect symbol in my workspace. She sits on the little velvet tub chair, hatching out good ideas whilst I work away, trying to do her justice. She reminds me that sometimes I have happy accidents....

So, here's to Spring, & to our dear Brigit! Just look at these lovely fat burgundy buds swelling on the Eldar Mother!

And the face in the evergreen Oak .......I didn't notice it until the camera showed it to me!


I'm off to do a bit of Spring celebrating with Mr Treadwell! Blessings of blue skies from the Not So Misty Today Mountain!

Misty Mountain in Winter

Hello again from the extremely Wet, Cold & Misty Mountain. Miss marigold & Treadwell are tucked up in the art room, playing with coloured threads & watching the clouds drifting in & out of the trees.

A couple of weeks ago, we visited the magickal Rowan Grove above, & believe it or not, we were greeted by a huge tawny rabbit, who immediately turned his fluffy white tail & disappeared into this thicket as I fumbled clumsily with the camera....they don't like being caught, do they?

Also, I took a couple of "big" shots, to show you how beautiful it is up here. This place encourages shamanic flight......... and Mr Treadwell loves to ramble......

I attempted to dye muslin for Springtime last month, but left it as it is too difficult to get it dry inside. The art room is rather small for acres of wet, messy cloth, and anyway, it looks so beautiful on the clothesline, wafting in a gentle breeze, it's worth waiting for some sunny Spring days, which surely must come in a couple of months..... For now, I shall continue to work with wool, creating more Mountain Pixie Socks, & some felted coin purses I am still imagining because they too, are hard to dry.


Soon it will be Imbolc. The wild ducks that enjoy bobbing about on the pool have returned from their "other home", wherever it is, & the garden feels as if it's waking up even though everything is still cold.

The lyrebird sings his unspeakably beautiful song in the valley below, & all is exactly as it should be.........

Well, I'd better go & stoke the creative fire!

Blessings of increasing light & activity if you're in the South, & Blessings of the Velvety Blanket of increasing darkness & rest if you're in the North!