Goose XING

In this town we know that geese are people too.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Something Whispered Snow

Something told the wild geese

It was time to go

Though the fields lay golden

Something whispered "snow"

As a first grader, I learned this Rachel Fields poem. I think of it every Fall.

 It came back to me in September as I walked through this not quite golden field, under a stormy sky that shouted "rain." This is a 5 x 7 card.

The Last Leaf

. A light touch with the blender always seems to yield spectacular results. For this card, I blended several colors of brown paper, then added a bit of red and yellow to the pulp. A quick flick of the blender and presto -- instant Autumn.