Autumn

Our Japanese Maple, before it dropped its leaves.

Until we moved to Melbourne a decade ago, I never really experienced Autumn.

Born and bred in sunny Queensland, there is no such thing as Autumn up there, and certainly no deciduous trees turning red, yellow and orange and dropping their leaves. 

Up here on the mountain there are heaps of mature trees all turning Autumnal shades and dropping their leaves. There are carpets of red leaves wherever you go. And I've discovered how much fun it is to walk through the leaves, swooshing them with your feet to make them fly about.

I've been working on some new cards. A collage of vintage watercolour illustrations from a 1960s Children's Encyclopedia and snippets of a vintage altas. Finished off with a bit of stitching. I'm working on a series of birds, each a one-off, but all with the same collage style. Its been nice to play with composition and colour and do a bit of stitching.

You can see them at Magnolia Square next week – only FOUR more sleeps.