Prickles
There are a lot of prickles around at this time of year…
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…however the remains of white Echinacea aren’t really that sharp…
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…at least compared to the thorny briar!
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Constance found a late raspberry on a prickly cane…
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…and a rather spiky teazel.
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The spruce is actually rather soft if you brush it the right way…
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…oh, hello!
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…come and meet my favourite little prickle.
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Constance found the hedgepigs a cosy quilt to hibernate under…though their spines snagged rather.
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Here is the finished quilt – the centre panel is from a Hitty friend, and the pieced border is a sort of modified eight-pointed star. The backing is a nice soft piece of brown flannelette and the quilting is in chevrons somewhat pointy like the hedgehog’s prickles, All the Hittys love it!
The hedgepigs appreciate Constance’s kindness, but they think dry heaps of leaves outside under a nice hedgerow might work better for them!
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Comfort is to be found in so many places, depending on one’s outlook. Thanks for this cozy view of life in your region and home.
The first picture was taken at the lookout up above the Quimper Hitty Cupboard, the rest outside and inside the cupboard… the hedgepigs were happy to come inside for a bit!
This story is adorable. Love the colors, the various prickles and who can resist a sweet little hedgehog? Your finished quilt is a quilt to love and cherish for many, many years to come. No one does it like you.
It is a beautiful and poignant time of year – we love fall…and Constance is so happy in her new fall dress! The various hedgehogs appreciate Constance’s concern and care…they wish we had a “proper” hedge to hibernate in!
Yes this is a prickly time of year out in the fields…everything going to seed and spiny! Your little hedgehogs are darling…and how sweet of Constance to provide such a beautiful quilt for them. Love the quilt…so beautifully pieced.
Thank you for the nature walk.
The Quimper Hitty human has a particular fondness for hedgehogs…there are several in the household, I think Constance has inherited the fondness, but so far she hasn’t managed to make a pet of one.