an unspooling spiel of inspiration

In the spell of the harvest moon I found myself floating from yesterday into this morning, following a thread unravelling through one image after another, letting myself be led in tender whimsey

Yesterday on my mother's dresser a little jug I reached to touch, imagining antique silk my bemused fingertips found soft soft nearly gone white rose petals

and so this morning instead of tidying I was hand painting dragonflies and damselflies on kimono silk to bring fairy flight to this little miss 

Crimson pepper pod
add two pairs of wings, and look
darting dragonfly.
(by Basho) 

and reentering the atmosphere of our enchantment by Rumer Godden's 'Miss Happiness and Miss Flower

My two plum trees are

So Gracious

See, they flower

One now, one later

'Who could have done it?' asked Belinda

'It looks like a fairy but i think it was Miss Lane,' said Nona

'A scroll! A right size Japanese scroll!' said Miss Happiness 

when day by day we found ways to make our own Japanese dolls house

and precious antique dolls came alive to live in it

Then Meandering 

and revisiting instruction 

glimpsing a gifted sweet box

of damselfly fairy wings 

and now to stitch beneath the moon at play