Sunny Morning and Flame Burning Bright
The flat lands are swimming in bright sunshine this morning and this old bead hermit is in his barn working with his glass, cold fingers turning mandrel but warm heart beating once more at the magic my flame is producing, oh how good it is to be back among the glass rods, frit bottles and spider webs.
With a sea of snow drops outside the window and the yellow hinted buds of the fresh new daffodils littering the garden, how can one not be full of ideas, many trials of colour ahead me thinks.
No comments:
Post a Comment