February is the shortest month, but is also a time for longing. Longing for love, for spring, for inspiration.
It's all hearts and flowers online awaiting another season, but just outside the window my views are still brown.
Nature is all in cold suspension. Its invisible workings gone underground.
For now my own imagination feels unseeded.
Like the ticking of a clock in an empty room,
there is only the rythm of the winter days. . . .
and the gatherings from a faded past for inspiration. . . .
As I am prone to do, I have cocooned myself in brown. Pondering vignettes of an earthy color.
Stirred up only by ticking stripes and percussive graphics.
With even the birds and bees in a quiet landscape.
I love that my china echoes the winter offerings!
Far from feeling bleak, I just can't stop collecting twigs from a brambling ramble.
And am cheered by something so small it will fit into a teacup. . . .
I hope you have a wonderful week ahead,
no matter what you see outside your winter window!