Eileen Kwan: Hand Made Story

Just before the flurries fell yesterday, the spring bulbs were planted in the ground –  finally. Winter is here and a stubborn sense of optimism compels me to pack the cold soil with these precious little nuggets. This defies “common sense”. And the same could be said about writing a letter: putting pen to paper, sealing it … More snail mail and spring bulbs…

Making drama and theatre, the golden larch trees sway and swirl to the high winds.  Cedar and pine trees recede to the background. I remember this happening, it was two years ago. I wonder if the trees are still standing?            

  Testing one possible word…    

Getting my digits “limber” for a winter season of making embroidery, I’ll usually start with stitching in cursive script before tackling more challenging landscapes. And if there ever was a sure-fire way to cement a friendship, it is a shared meal, breaking bread together.