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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.


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Monday, July 31, 2006

how the wind blows!


I woke early this morning to the roar of the wind. Wind is not at all my favourite element, not at all, it grates on my nerves and agitates me, no end. So I lay there, thinking of the damage it was doing to my garden, tossed and turned then decided to get up. I played with my first ever 'quiltie' and put a load of washing on. Then I had to hang it out - oh fun! trying to wrestle the clothes line to stay still while you hang a sheet out is not my idea of fun. So - I got the washing done, all flapping in the breeze. I had to go grocery shopping and when I came back, I could swear I saw some of my towels flying over-head, well not quite but they were all over my yard - hanging in the madarin tree, like they had grown there, twisted around my rose bushes and some over my fence. Then I had to wrestle with the sheets again - with them wrapping me up like some kind of mummy and me wandering blindly around the backyard like Herman Munster - I really had to have a chuckle at how I must have looked. - oh the joys of the August winds (one day early) - fire is crackling now, dinner is just about ready and I have to play with my collage again. I have made a lovely little heart quiltie and all I need is some of that wonderful printed tape that I am seeing on some blogs - the hunt is on!

posted by Miss Robyn | 5:04 pm

6 Comments:

Blogger Dot said...

Hi Robyn

I smiled at the image of your towels tussling with the breeze.
And then wrapping themselves around you - you have such a wonderful way with words!
So glad you have been enjoying making your first quiltie. What type of printed tape are you after?
Hope you had a lovely meal and are nice and warm in front of the fire.

6:40 pm  
Blogger Boxwood Cottage said...

Oh yes I hate such a wind too! But now you have a reason to stay in the house and do some lovely crafting, isn't that cool! I love your new blog btw!

12:30 am  
Blogger kansasrose said...

I had to laugh Robyn at your description of the wind and hanging sheets out on the line...been there done that! The winds are a constant here in Kansas! Kansas is an Indian word for "peoples of the south wind"...but the laundry gets dry quickly! Can't wait to see your quiltie and your collages!

1:52 am  
Blogger Carole Burant said...

I, too, had a chuckle visualizing you struggling with your sheets and towels! lol I remember that happening to me once before...the worst part was that one of my bras had landed in the neighbour's yard! Yikes! lol That taught me a lesson...now I no longer hang my undies on the clothesline!!! Sounds like you're having fun with the collage..can't wait to see pictures of the finished projects:-)

2:59 am  
Blogger Rosa said...

I love the wind! I love to open the windows and see the curtains wafting about. The fall is my favorite time of year; and I can't wait!!!!!

12:12 pm  
Blogger Annie Jeffries said...

Hi Robyn. I just love the wind. It makes me feel free. I love the way it feels against my skin, whips my hair about, makes my eyes peek out at the world and forces me to inhale and exhale. Wind makes me feel totally alive. I do try to keep fragile plants undercover but generally I never worry about my garden since the plants will come back. I miss the wind in the dead of summer. It's too still.

4:31 pm  

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