Out walking at the moment, I am often literally stopped in my tracks by the lavish beauty of the season.
The combination of exquisite leaf shapes and crackling
colours sends me creative. My head
floods with ideas and I’m in danger of being overwhelmed and undertaking
nothing.
This year I salvaged two quick craft projects from the
Autumn parade. One is to take the
prettiest small leaves and press them in old encyclopaedias, as my mother
taught me. In two weeks, they will be
ready to glue onto seasonal birthday cards.
The other is to dry hydrangea heads. Hydrangeas spend the summers putting out
innocent candy-coloured flowers, but they take on a more subtle blushing and
tinting in autumn. I have hung them
upside down in my larder and when they are dry, they will fill vacant vases
round the house. Dried hydrangeas always
remind me of my art teacher who would keep them in her draped and jumbled art
room, ready for us to paint a still life.
Whether it is the slight melancholy of the falling season,
but carrying out these small acts makes me feel a connection with days and
people from my past, a sensation which even as it saddens, comforts.
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| Autumn acer leaf cards |
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| Autumn acer leaf cards |
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