Winter Winds Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing,...
I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world. WILLIAM BULTER YEATS, in The Celtic Twilight
Make it happen.
There’s a crisp sense of fall in the air, here in the Northern Hemisphere. There’s no better time to break out the needles and create for some small projects.