Sign of Spring 2010

Note: This photo was taken fall of 2009

I took this picture during one of my walks. The nest was fastened onto a wild ox-eyed daisy. The bird used the top of the whole plant to hold the nest, fastening all the leaves or using them as foundation for the nest itself. I'm curious to know what kind of bird made this and I wonder if it would use the same nest this year. I hope no one disturbs this nest as I am checking on it everytime I walk. I'm going to mark the spot so I would know where the nest is, when Spring time comes. I hope I can take a picture of the mama bird on the nest. This is something to look forward to. May you all have a great New Year 2010!

Time Out From Crochet

I met my hat qouta for this week (2 hats made) and I'm starting another one. I plan on making at least 3 next week. so far so good. I will post the photo when I make the trim it will be a lot prettier. I'm looking to see these black hats trimmed with fabrics in different colors.

In the meantime, I want to take a time out from posting crochet photos, so here are some pictures that I took while walking yesterday and this afternoon. I am collecting some tokens (colorful leaves, twigs and wild flowers that are still in bloom at this time of year). I also took a picture of my shadow.

Fall Landscape

October 29, 2009

A Beautiful Landscape Made by Unseen Hands

I'm walking in this beautiful picture. The glorious colors of foliage surrounding me everywhere......reds, yellows, greens and browns in varying shades met my eyes. I thought, I wish I have the ability to capture all these and express them in a canvas, somehow my camera does not capture the breath-taking beauty of what I'm seeing. But who can duplicate the beauty that God has created?

As I walk, a squirrel scampered away in the nearby woods, climbing up a small tree trunk and looked at me with, ooh, so innocent eyes. A bird that I used to know flew away from under the low bushes and made its warning calls. A Wood Wren also flew away and perched on a twig nearby turning this way and that way with its birdy manners.

Ah.... I love the aromatic smell of the decaying twigs and leaves; and of pines and deciduous tree saps fermenting on the ground. The earth is making its fragrant incense and censing the woodlands and anyone who strolls by. Who can comprehend the magnificence of the Creator? Much less explain Him using the loftiest human thoughts and knowledge? Ah, I am but a speck of dust, hardly visible, in His vast canvas of Creation. But here, I am happy not to be seen or known, except in the memory of Him who created me.