Rippily Loveliness

In the summer a lovely person asked me how I was getting on with my Attic24 inspired ripple. Unfortunately, for starters Yahoo put the message in my 'Spam' so it was a while before I noticed it, and then we played laptop silly b's and by the time I thought about it again, Yahoo had deleted the message (because it was still in the Spam folder I guess)!

So here it is, an update on The Bright Ripple. For the Lovely Person whose name I cannot remember. It's going reeeallllly sloooowwwly I fancy but I don't think I have ever attempted something this big



I was trying to keep all my posts halloween or autumn orientated this month and I think the colours probably match the halloween feel, don't they? When Scary chose them I was really worried but I am really liking it now. Hope you like it too ...

Work in Progress

Just a quick look at something I am working on at the moment. No, it's not a set of crochet handcuffs! There is a bit more to do oo ...

Autumn

Autumn is here, the year's growing older,

Evenings draw in, mornings are colder,

Bracken turns yellow, berries turn red

And the Sleepers are secretly making their beds.

No more at evening the flittermouse wheels,

But in belfries and hollow trees hangs by his heels,

The squirrel has gathered plump hazels and set them

In neat private hoards, where he'll mostly forget them.

The Dormouse in sunbeams, sits rubbing his nose,

And blinkily nodding off into a doze,

While the hedgehog by twilight, for such are his habits,

Spreads moss in a snug hole that once was a rabbit's.

Soon they will all of them cosily creep,

Into their bedrooms and tumble asleep,

Even the toad, now as plump as a mole,

Will decide he had better be Toad in a Hole.

The squirrel and dormouse will tuck in their toes,

And make their tails counterpanes over the nose,

While the slumbering hedgehog, since tail he has none,

Tucks his nose where his would be, if he had one.

Hardly they'll breathe, or their hearts beat at all,

Hardly their blood through their bodies will crawl,

Yet rain, frost or snowfall, still cosy and dry,

They will all slumber safely while Winter goes by.

Then, one soft day, they will dream of the sun,

And feel in their bones that the spring has begun,

And, lean but alive, they will waken and then

Nose off down the hedgerow on business again.

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I hope you like this poem. I copied it out of a book a long time ago and cannot remember who wrote it, and of course cannot now find the book!!!

Early Preparations

Just a few bits and pieces to get things rolling:-

Balloons; I find them scary enough on their own!

Got to have some chocolate, and what better than chocolate skeletons?

Oh, and eyeballs ....

Just at the end, a little something more pretty. My African Violet has decided to flower, at last!!

October

Sooooooo looking forward to our Halloween Party. Now where did I put my broom?