Here it Comes
“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
It is exactly a year since I cast on, but I did finish my Campside shawl, by Alicia Plummer. You know what I’ll say next, things like “love”, lots of…
“There is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still” – Corrie Ten Boom I believe that and a few times have had only that belief with me…
This is the Innisfil Cropped Tank from the recently self-published Good Night, Day knitting book. Remember how I’ve knit a bunch of these patterns? Well, this was one I knit…
After the whole Wupakti thing, we were ready for the grand canyon, I gotta say a lot of this privately owned land off the highway is just as beautiful as…
More of Him, less of me. (a little less of me, 365 Day 127 Photo) “I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in me, and I…
I found some color this winter with my phone. I thought I’d share. (more on instagram and flickr)