Magical Shibori

I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes. I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups, Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.

I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free, onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry - Lesley Elaine Greenwood