The end of September already. October tomorrow. It really will be Christmas before we know it. No use getting ahead of ourselves here though.
I think the hag stones thing turned out OK in the end. Berries, apples, or pears would have worked equally well.
I think of the little unstitched space in each shape as a tiny bit of welcome silence. The world always seems very noisy to me.
Our house has recently gone up for sale, and we are looking for quiet. Not remote, as I don’t drive and I need a good post office within walking distance. But some quiet would be nice.
It still surprises me how much thinking time and reflection time there is in daily stitching. There is nothing to do except focus on needle and thread while you let the thoughts come and go.
The entire page has turned out to be a visual record of our decision to look for a new home. Not in any literal or figurative sense, but I can see weighings-up, imaginings, letting gos, and looking aheads. There is a kind of loss as well as a potential gain, because every beginning is preceded by an end, and every end is followed by a beginning. It’s just one continuous line really.
Next month (sing along if you know it) – the falling leaves… drift by the window… those autumn leaves… of red and gold…
Some letting go.