There was a time that I would have been burned at the stake for my dalliances with burning and boiling stuff. Thank goodness for the 21st Century laws.
My porcelain birds for Elementals awaited their colours patiently.
Their firey pit burned in the autumn evening air.
They huddled warmly in the embers.
Helped by onlookers, I fanned their flames
'til they emerged
toasty warm. Everyone cossetted the hot little birds in their hands to keep off the chill.
And here they are.
A flock of little sparrows and dunnocks.
Fawn and cream,
brown and grey. I love them all.
Meanwhile, pots blasted - heating us against the falling rain.
Smoking us til we couldn't see.
The next day, Marilyn Carddell taught me to mushrooms dye.
Silk scarves fluttered into summery life.
Ethereal whisperings from woodland fungi.
Two seasons in one weekend.
Amazing! I love the little birds.
Posted by: Janeagan69 | Wednesday, September 28, 2011 at 10:32 PM