I am field.

 I thought this piece was finished but it wasn't until this morning. I often have words in my mind when I am working on a piece, sometimes I write them down in my sketchbook. I decided to be brave and write them around the field.

 I am field.
My heart is old.
I have been beneath the sea.
Seen countless trees come and go.
Weathered and witnessed seasons,
Turning,spinning, cycles of change.
 But I am unchanged.
Plough, seed and harvest.
I am field.

There were a few more lines in my poem but I made it join up - well like a cycle of seasons I guess. Beth said it is a fence of words around the field.

The Heart of the Field.

 A small embroidery called The heart of the field - 10cms x 13 cms. It has come from my experiments in my winter field book. Winter stubble and the first leaves of the crop appearing. I am a bit obsessed with the stark hedgerows.

 A view from the side to show the loops.

 I have been keeping up with my journal but about one entry a week seems enough when I have other work to finish. I must get on with the Winter book because yesterday felt like Spring for the first time.