|Sea Holly by Cari-Jane Hakes|
I may use this in some later creation but for now I just like looking at its fragile structure.
|Sea Holly 2 by Cari-Jane Hakes|
|Sea Holly Flower by Cari-Jane Hakes|
I am reminded of a quote from my English classroom. It is strange how some collections of words stay with you through the years.
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Macbeth, Act 2 Scene 2, Shakespeare
I see the beginning part of this quote very clearly. In fact I feel it happening as the day gradually unfolds, unravels and tangles. Until a quiet time calmly reels it back in and sleep knits it back into restoration.
|Sea Holly 3 by Cari-Jane Hakes|
Bonne Nuit mes amis.