I was rewarded on my walk this morning - having to force myself out there, as the weather seemed uninviting to begin with - on the footpath into the woods four roedeer hopped elegantly across it, one after the other within 10 metres from me! their white bums bouncing up and down and back into the bush. I was surprised and immediately felt upbeat about the rest of the day, the mist from then on only added to the magic of my surroundings, ah to be out there and breathe in the autumnal air, the bare tree branches black lace against the grey skies, coots run-flapping across the water, droplets dripping, the watery cold we experience so often in our damp lowlands, no sun, but still all was as it was and I was okay with that.
later on a fresh haircut, silver gray on the sides....the shaggy vest is New too, bought only yesterday, I literally walked into it and said Yes, it's so sssssofffffffft; a friend suggested it might be compensation for the dog, hmmm possibly it is very stroke-able
these 4 were made tuesday evening in my first whittling class; the fellow on the right with the red cap and pipe has already found a new home: he now lives with N. a birthday present for his 70th!
the whittling itself is lots of fun, perhaps more will follow
|six dots maketh a star|
where it might land