Like a little bird I have become a nester this summer. As the bird moves twigs and collections around in her nest, I have also been moving this and that here and there. It is a good feeling to gather my nest around me -- to know where everything is (well almost everything) and to look once again at the trinkets I've collected over the years.
This sweet girl is my tribute to birds and their nests. What is more wonderful than watching a bird sitting ever so still on a branch and then taking off in swift flight - wings glinting in the sun?
I've added music for the birdsong that greets us now that summer is here. The beautiful, natural songs that I can hear from the quiet of our back porch.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without words - and never stops at all." - Emily Dickinson
Leaving the nest of punchneedle I have wandered quite haphazardly back into needle and thread stitchery. Celebrating this marvelous spring has been my motto for this three-part hanging. Simple scenes of birds and nests, feathers and eggs have developed from a special piece of patterned fabric that I found waiting for me at the fabric shop. Who could resist this beautiful bird?
Blue spotted eggs which have been sitting here on my desk for a couple of years have finally found their nest.
This little metal bird has also sitting here for a long time awaiting his very own nest.
These pictures are taken prior to my putting them all together in a row, one below the other one.
"I look out of this window and I think this is a cosmos, this is a huge creation, this is one small corner of it. The trees and birds and everything else and I'm part of it. I didn't ask to be put here, I've been lucky in finding myself here." - Morris West
