Made by Wooni

In my own

Maybe some of you noticed my lack of posts. The reason being we were off wandering through the mysterious and fantastical black forest. It was a time spent with Oma and Opa and the Mister was finally able to enjoy the sun live and direct instead of trapped within the confines of his office. It is Easter and The Black forest was beautifully colored. The dark pines would sometimes let streaming beams of sunshine and allow our wandering eyes to look into the realm of fairy tales. 

And since I have uneasy hands that always need to be doings something I began Lucy's blooming cushion. It was entertaining, but as I looped and pulled I kept on thinking about little houses, crooked little houses, in rows, stuffed, hanging on doors, multicolored, stitched, a presence of being and happiness. 

So off I went to my beloved fabric store and found colors and patterns; all with houses in mind. 

 

 

Hovering

With spring appearing I have the urge to decorate our little crooked house with reminders of spring; a bird here, a flower there and even a little lavender egg. The bird is from one of my favorite Crochet blogs, Attic24. Lucy has some wonderful designs and always full of color. 

Even though we are in March, and last week we had lovely warm weather, the sky is once again grey and dreary, and the sniffles have returned. It is now week six of being sick. I have forgotten what if feels like to not have to blow your nose or swallow without pain....grrrr

Nevertheless we were able to enjoy the nice weather by going down into the Black Forest.

It was nice to return as a visitor. The skies were blue. The bread was fresh, warm and soft. But more on that when I do not have a skirming crying 7 month old on my lap. 

fall in the forest

I returned to the forest to witness once again the changing landscape. To me it is God's constant canvas. The skies were clear. The wind was cool and comforting. The fields were waves of colors. Some were cut wheat brown, others dark manure brown, and a couple deep grass green. As I walked my familiar path of memories of the little village I looked for other colors.

Red poppies, all in their different stages of life reminded me of my dear Poppy as a young dog, an aging dogand a spirit that plays among us. 

 

Light pink roses, marked by the harsh weather of the changing season reminded me of the peaks and valleys while I lived among them.

The golden, rotting, and fallen apple made me think of the unity and individuality of us all. 

And finally the melodic, peaceful, beautiful dew drops that shine a million colors. The little sunshine capsules. The holders of forever light.