Lizards in the Leaves

Rustlings in the green....imagination, art, whimsy

Nov 15, 2024

I want kind spaces

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 I want kind spaces.   I miss my husband with the fire of a thousand suns,the tenderness of a thousand moons.  Poems have eluded me for mont...
Nov 13, 2024

Crow Window Translations

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  old work. Crow Window Translations, original photo, inkjet print on cotton muslin, randomly stitched to black cotton. I love crows. They u...
Apr 9, 2024

Eclipse + UFO care

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 First, I have to mention the eclipse. I spent it alone, sitting on the earth amid the amazing number of violets that bloom each spring.  I ...
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Apr 1, 2024

A Current Daily Practice: Mini Collage

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 I orginally began this blog with the intention for it to be a way to share my creative work, rather than chronicling my personal life. Whil...
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Mar 30, 2024

Thinking About Blogging Here Again After A Really Sad, Awful Year

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 Lizards in the Leaves is not quite an orphan blog, but definitely a neglected one. Social media and the wider reach of it pulled my attenti...
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Apr 25, 2022

Pink, With Joy Sticks

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      Pink With Joy Sticks/ Spring Spell 5”x10” Cotton-rayon warp, hand-dyed cotton strips, wire, thread, cotton ribbon yarn
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Mar 29, 2022

ArtsIlliana Gallery Show Acceptance

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 (I hate to see Lizards In The Leaves languish so. Looks like the only way I'll be able to put some life back into this  blog is to post...
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Professor's widow, mother of four, zannma to two. Grew up in Coral Gables, Florida, transplanted to Indiana at age 40, where I saw my first snow and learned to love wool. We homeschooled three of the kids, I helped to create a used bookshop ( Wabash River Books 1996-2005)and became an online bookseller. I started this blog in 2005 to share my mid-life artwork (primarily fiber), poetry and creative explorations. On March 18, 2006 my 20 year-old son Patrick died...and my world irrevocably changed.
On January 7, 2024, my beloved husband Paul Burkett died...and my world irrevocably changed. I own 73 years now. Life is still very mysterious, magickal, beautiful and sweet and sad.
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