Remembering sky

When I was very young I used to amuse myself by imagining that dawn was an artist who painted the sky a different colour each morning.  Some days she mixed her paints too wet and the excess water would drip from her canvas onto the earth beneath.  Sometimes in the summer she pasted vast swathes of the brightest blue as far as the eye could see.  Sometimes she couldn’t seem to make up her mind at all.

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9 Responses to Remembering sky

  1. Good Morning!!What a lovely concept!!! I hope (so much) that she paints our sky blue this morning! Things are so beautiful in her light when there's a back-drop of deep blue above everything!HuGGs!Debi

  2. Karen Turner says:

    Good afternoon Debi! Let's hope she didn't use up all her blue on us and that she has lots left for you too 🙂

  3. Deborah says:

    What a lovely way to look at it!

  4. karen says:

    enchanting story and I for one think it's true. Nothing wrong with a little magic and your stitching is as beautiful as ever.

  5. Victoria says:

    how very beautiful were your childhood thoughts… it seems that you were destined to be an artist right from the start.

  6. jude says:

    i sense story growing over here…

  7. Karen Turner says:

    I think the story has always been here, Jude; it was just a case of recognising it and catching it… your class has helped me see that.

  8. wow, great idea/thought. Looking forward to it developing.

  9. nocton4 says:

    beautiful x

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