Yarn Bomb - Redux

I've been doing a little of this lately.

Back to yarn bombing.

Only this time, I'm rebombing because

nature is a powerful force,

that won't be balmed.

In one year, my yarn has sprung a community.

I may leave a few of these Chia Pet versions

 to their own designs.

It's always wise to partner with Nature

and see which direction she takes her piece.

But poor Gossie (below) looks like she's

succumbed to a rare skin condition.

Some sprucing is in order.

This burlap and lace bunting

had to replace

last years version,

or be carried away by nesting avian.

It feels like a ripe miracle each year when

spring finally penetrates our endless grey.

These little bursts of colour and hope

catch my breath and balm everything.

Just when one more rainy day is one too many...

Out comes the sun, and it feels like it could linger.

Enough time for royalty to scale a tree

 in her ball gown.

And declare it officially time to believe in spring again.

Spring will spring

I know winter is just getting its legs,

and it's a little disrespectful to call in Spring

before winter has done her thing.

But I'm doing it anyway.

See the production coordinator/

project manager in the window?

Little felt flowers,

meant to sit in our tree as place holders
Until the real blossoms wake up.

Little textual reminders of some of the goodness out there.

Or at least the possibility for it.

This one is going on another spot, a little more public.
Gotta spread the love.
And, the hope.