Spring Bag

I had fun with this one.  When we lived in Canada fall was my favorite season. the colors of the leaves changing, green and luscious in summer. Reds, browns to the tinder dryness of the maples,  the slowing pace of the day.  Stark and bare waiting for snow.  Back home in Perth, it has been so very cold up in the hills, no snow though, we still have the fire on in the evening and crisp mornings.  BUT, spring is in the air, the buds on the fruit tree's, azaleas are just showing of their skirts, the roses are straining with purple/green new growth.  A cusp of waiting for the moment when all the hidden promise will give way and color lights up the garden.  The sun comes up earlier and your arrive home in daylight.  

Nothing so inspiring or poetic made me choose the design and colors of this bag - or, I could be wrong,  it was the little bits of material that I had hidden away (leftovers) which reminded me of the colored leaves in my garden which are bright and strong.