My Perfect Day
Contemplative stitching.
It is Sunday and everything is moist and soft in the drizzle and rain of the past few days. I wake early and sit in the stillness to stitch. Simple stitching is restful, contemplative. Later, I’m keen to walk in the woods because I know that this is perfect weather for mushrooms. Veryan and I ramble with the dog in the humid forest and forage for chanterelles, bolets, hedgehogs and, even a few black trumpets. My basket is full. In the evening I head to the blueberry patch and fill the basket again with plump blueberries. The grand babies will love them.
My collecting basket is full of wild mushrooms.
Plump blueberries from my blueberry patch.
Valerie, What a wonder to have met you who are living the life I have only dreamt of. Thank you Judith. Again. And thank you for blogging. We share a deep love of fabrics. To my mind, your life itself has been woven magnificently. Enjoy Africa and I can only hope you will do it one more April so I could join you.
How lovely to hear from you! I do hope we can meet again and share notes on our mutual love of cloth. Please let’s get in touch when you come back to NS.