I see wreaths embellishing doors or welcoming guests in homes as they hover in entryways or over hearths.
While my attempts to sew an owl and a "planner cover" are proudly displayed on my dining room table, they don't fill that need to make something pretty.
This time of year, and due to a summer full of drought, things are not so "pretty" out of doors. While there are many shades of golds and ambers in the cornfield behind us, their beauty is more in the rattling & whistling they do as the winds pass through them. The grasses are mottled with plots of matted brown and the trees are sort of a yellowy green in their boughs and branches. Their color explosion and breathtaking acts will be performed in the coming weeks.
Now, is kind of a transition time. Nothing special seemed to be going on. And then I saw something that made me pause. It made me wonder if my grandmother saw the same sight as a little girl and made fairy wings or party dresses for woodland elves.
Out of all of the shades of browns and yellows were shimmering drops of pearls and large pearls at that! There they were hanging delicately like bubbles encased in the wand, waiting for the blower to give life. Mother Nature gave me browns and then whispered, "But look what it will do..."
My son and I are off to "pop" the little skins off and expose these silky little windows. Mother Nature is so crafty. What an inspiration!!