I don’t know about the rest of you but this time of year seems to move a bit too quickly. There are always extra things on my to do list during the holidays. Then this year, the football games I attend have been extended way beyond the normal season. The University of Montana Grizzly football team has made it into the national championships.

All of this to say, that I haven’t gotten much done on my forest floor piece that I showed you before.  So my post this week is going to be a bit short on fiber art content but I hope you will forgive me.

Here’s my progress on the forest floor piece. I have stitched down the trunks and the cheesecloth moss. Next up, is to work more on the foreground rocks, and add leaves and flowers.

Since this post is publishing on the Winter Solstice, I thought you might enjoy a poem about winter.

THE SHORTEST DAY BY SUSAN COOPER

So the shortest day came, and the year died,

And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world

Came people singing, dancing,

To drive the dark away.

They lighted candles in the winter trees;

They hung their homes with evergreen;

They burned beseeching fires all night long

To keep the year alive,

And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake

They shouted, reveling.

Through all the frosty ages you can hear them

Echoing behind us—Listen!!

All the long echoes sing the same delight,

This shortest day,

As promise wakens in the sleeping land:

They carol, feast, give thanks,

And dearly love their friends,

And hope for peace.

And so do we, here, now,

This year and every year.

Welcome Yule!

 

Happy Winter Solstice to you all and all the best in the new year!