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.

Fallen Comrades

Fall happens every year, but it still takes my breathe away. It never ceases to amaze me with it's brilliance of colours. I do, however, tend to walk with my head down looking at all the poor fallen leaves and I often come back from getting the mail with more leaves in my hand than mail. I just can't stop myself from picking up all those bright coloured jewels. Here's a few pictures of some fallen comrades.