Thursday, September 12, 2013

Something Wicked This Way Comes- Needle Felted Jack-o-lantern

Something Wicked This Way Comes... I simply wanted some pumpkins of my own for Halloween this year. As I watched them grow each one turned out cute and round and full of promise.... except for one.  Something went terribly wrong with this seedling. As it grew it became more and more gaunt, it's lines began to set in deep furrows.
What did I do wrong with this pumpkin? I talked to it, encouraged it, just like I did to all my other pumpkins. Feeling like I had failed this little seedling I hung my head and went into the house for the night. The next morning I went out to the pumpkin patch hoping whatever was wrong with this guy had righted itself.
I was wrong. In front of me sat a pumpkin with an evil grin and teeth baring at me. Fearing what he was going to say to me I braced for the worse. His lips pulled back with a creaking moan and his black eyes bored a hole in me.
Finally he spoke "Ummm... would you mind chasing this spider off my stem? His feet are very furry and he's tickling me!" Lesson learned; Never judge a pumpkin by his grin.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

  I would like to introduce to you the County Fair blue ribbon prize winners for the category of cheer leading...
 Gordon Ramsey, Hamilton Pig and Sir Clucks-a-lot!
 An unconventional group of cheerleaders but with a baa here, an oink there and a little clucking these three rose to fame with their famous interpretation of the cheer leading pyramid!
 To see more about them click HERE!

Monday, September 9, 2013

Needle Felted Green Man

 Deep in the woods there awaits a special soul ready to emerge from his sleepy winter slumber.
 He dreams of the time of year when the buds will burst, the flowers grow and the trees to spread their leaves to the skies above.
 Sun will soon pour down on his secret nest and awaken him to the songs or robins, singing his name to help bring green back to the barren earth.
Yes, soon the Green Man will rise and Spring will be here again.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

My Name Is Raven
My name is Raven. As I sit upon my Ravenstone I ponder in my thoughts. Some consider me a bird of ill omen others a mediator between life and death. I am both the symbol of the sun, and the symbol of a moonless night.
The Scottish Highlanders, a brave and fearsome people, once associated me with the second sight and prophecy. My image flew on the banners of the pagan Danes and Viking ships as tokens of luck on their voyages. I am, however, a contradiction in terms; I am thought of a as trickster and a thief, a representation of death and doom.

While conversely others think I represent magic, creation, healing, wisdom, and protection. I am especially revered by the creative type as I was a favouite bird of the god Lludd, the Celtic god of artists and artisans. I symbolize the void - the mystery of that which is not yet known.

S mis Fitheach. My name is Raven