Jean, aged 14, and butterfly, newly hatched.
A stroll through spring
Both running and gardening have given me a profound appreciation for the nuances of spring. Living in a climate that leans precariously toward cooler temperatures even in the most hospitable of seasons tends to bring out either hope and joy or despair and gloom in folks. I’ve noticed that runners and gardeners fit the “hope”…
Dear Spring, Oh how I have missed you. Please come in, have a cup of coffee and stay a while…. Vicky
A quilt for a wee mankin
Today’s studio project is a pleasant change. I’m working with bright colours making a quilt of butterflies for my nephew-to-be. The fish fabric was the colour inspiration and will be the backing. The flutterby bodies will be of the brown and the sky is the large swath of blue at bottom. The butterflies themselves will…
It wouldn’t be April….
On April 24th, Katherine and I saw our first butterfly of the season. I forgot to blog it, as other things leapt into my path and track-sided me, but I’m writing it now. Coincidentally, we saw our first butterfly last year on April 24th as well; the same sort on the same heather plant. I…