I usually cut off my wool socks at the ankle and swath my wrists in warmth in the winter using the calf sections as fingerless gloves. It helps keep the blood warm in my fingertips. But when I noticed this still life in my studio window this morning I thought maybe I should double up. Though it is difficult to maneuver fabric through the throat of my Bernina with gloves on, the trade off of chilled fingertips is a true handicap.
Wishing for Spring soon.
I found this chestnut on a walk the other day. The texture caught my eye while walking and then upon examination the depth of it inspired me to think about our natural defenses — protecting ourselves, our environment and our sanity. Sometimes I wish I could don a coat of thorns and recede into the wild. Other times I want to shed the thorns and open up to the light. This little natural wonder speaks to both those urges.
Now if I could just remember where that tree was I could go collect a few more of these wonderful nuts and roast a little happiness into this cold cold day.
chestnut
