last two...

fairy tale year of simple bird with few words comes to an end

almost fifty two fridays shared with over 130 blog links

many birds sent along to friends . some listed in a little shop

a few linger on an old wooden table looking out over a wild garden

where quirky raveled wings take shape . birds curve and few words rest

much like the end of this year . most days happily ever after

for a simple state of being .

the dreams . love shared and the complete year listed here

I say thank you for the encouragement . a fairy tale new year to you all

49

and fifty ...

two simple birds hand cut from a photograph . taken in silent fog

vintage lace napkin showing soft wear of a life well lived

snip of scissors become wings . a bit raveled always

sewn together with thread and song of season








so today is 49 and 50 . during the past year I missed a friday . or two

as 2011 simple bird simple word project is coming to a close soon

these song birds seemed just the ones to include as a pair

wishing you and yours a calm and bright holiday

from my simple space . blessings all

like limestone

bleached in the Texas sun . washed in the softness of a lazy river

limestone is always abstract . natural . unique . bright . strong

whispering this day . that you are too

forty eight

red and green of the season in lines and a bit frayed

life seems anything but slow . hold a moment

in creative fruit . a snip of curved paper

berries and plaid . anticipation

wings of flight

[ this is simple bird number 48 in a year long every friday project
the complete collection is found at a link under my blog header ]

midweek pause

in black and white . in stillness and motion . embrace this day





I sometimes return to photos from last years project . shared again today

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wood and white

created at an old wooden table in the stillness of my home

so honored to be chosen to display and sell my work for one evening

at a sleek white table across town in a space that was merry and bright

sounds of the season filled the air . along with friends old & new

forty seven

one may not always be happy . not quite gentle enough

so a paper bird with muslin wings encourages us to keep trying

as winter blooms . while we seek wonder .

in the poetry of friendship

its time

strings . wood . notes . bells

music is the glue that holds each day together

you are invited to the annual Christmas program tomorrow night

listen closely . you will hear small yet strong voices

of two, three, four and five year olds

and me . the music teacher

singing and ringing

and laughing

always

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bare branches

drifting thoughts of branches .. newly empty

yet still full .. of texture like poetry

reflecting against the blue and brown of life

fourty six

Gracious :

Characterized by kindness and warmth

Courtesy:
consideration, cooperation, and generosity

as the calendar page turns yet again . I dwell on theses words

along with create . moments to savor . and simple waiting

I would love to send this bird to you . please let me know if you would like it

I have plenty


[ this is week 46 of a year long every friday project
the complete collection is found at a link under my blog header ]

skyward gifts

days rush by . yet sky is my stop sign

light angled through ... left amazed and breathless

tangled among the wires across the heavy clouds and peeking sun

following puffs in bright blue .. from below the glory of the late turning maple

moments captured in a span of a week . a gift skyward given

45

the welcome mat is always out here . thankful for your friendship and support

Sweet Expectations

green pineapples were not on the list at all
a turkey and one bag of potatoes graced the top spot
along with the round jewels of cranberry .. beautiful contrast they are
yet a photo op called to me from the depths of a ninety nine cent special bin

there is something hopeful about sweet fruit in November chosen when green with faith
for the love of unique texture . sunshine with juice will slowly ripen upon a counter
until mid week when daughters faraway return home
catching up over a deep bowl of joy

in the waning shadow of a weekend . amid the rustle and emptying of bags
this fruit reminds me of ripe days to come . for that I am ever thankful