Snow in the Rose Garden - Light Pink Silk and Linen Pocket Square
The palest pink, like evening light reflected on snow, changing colours depending on the light...a rosy hue, or an icy blue.
Soft light pink Pocket Square, stamp cut edges, Silk and Linen, 23cm x 25cm, Woven and Handmade in Ireland.
The first powdery blanket of winter snow drifts overnight into the walled garden, diffusing the early morning light. Crystals form, dew turns to fine lace, then evaporates. On the climbing rose, a gentle pink and blush white, droplets form and break. Traces remain like veins or a desert’s dry streams, remnants of waves receding across sand. The virgin snow glows like a kaleidoscope of pale pinks, soon to become fuel for snowballs, but as of yet, its surface is disturbed only by the tracks of a running fox.
The palest pink, like evening light reflected on snow, changing colours depending on the light...a rosy hue, or an icy blue.
Soft light pink Pocket Square, stamp cut edges, Silk and Linen, 23cm x 25cm, Woven and Handmade in Ireland.
The first powdery blanket of winter snow drifts overnight into the walled garden, diffusing the early morning light. Crystals form, dew turns to fine lace, then evaporates. On the climbing rose, a gentle pink and blush white, droplets form and break. Traces remain like veins or a desert’s dry streams, remnants of waves receding across sand. The virgin snow glows like a kaleidoscope of pale pinks, soon to become fuel for snowballs, but as of yet, its surface is disturbed only by the tracks of a running fox.
The palest pink, like evening light reflected on snow, changing colours depending on the light...a rosy hue, or an icy blue.
Soft light pink Pocket Square, stamp cut edges, Silk and Linen, 23cm x 25cm, Woven and Handmade in Ireland.
The first powdery blanket of winter snow drifts overnight into the walled garden, diffusing the early morning light. Crystals form, dew turns to fine lace, then evaporates. On the climbing rose, a gentle pink and blush white, droplets form and break. Traces remain like veins or a desert’s dry streams, remnants of waves receding across sand. The virgin snow glows like a kaleidoscope of pale pinks, soon to become fuel for snowballs, but as of yet, its surface is disturbed only by the tracks of a running fox.
