Gift #785: February Fox

One fine day Fox was busy cleaning his den when suddenly his attention was arrested by a sense of something just outside his home.  His eyes brightened and his whiskers quivered with anticipation.  It was here – the moment he had waited for all winter was here at last!  “Spring!” he shouted as he ran out the door, “Spring, where are you?”  Fox looked in the nearby cave – “Are you in here?” he called?  imageAll he heard was his echo.  He dug under the rocks.  “Spring, are you under here?”  He peered through hollow logs, he gazed high up in the tree tops.  “Spring are you hiding up there?”  Each year Fox and his elusive friend played this game of hide-and-seek.  He asked the Beavers if they had seen Spring go by.  No, they had been busy fishing.  The Field Mice hadn’t seen Spring either.  “Wasn’t it too early?”  they asked.  Fox traveled the whole length of the forest searching and calling for Spring, but received no answer.  Tired and hungry from his travels, Fox sat down to rest in a snow-covered meadow.  He twitched his ears, listening for the sound of Spring’s voice in the trees.  Slowly his eyes drooped closed.  Then Fox was aroused by a joyful noise all around him.  He gazed in wonder at the meadow, now clothed in tender green grass.  Warm breezes caressed him and the trees waved their leafy branches at him, beckoning him to join in the celebration.  Fox danced with the trees as flowers blossomed under his feet.  Soft pink buds sprang up everywhere, emitting a lovely perfume.  “Oh Spring” Fox breathed, “How beautiful you are!”  Squirrels and rabbits picked flowers and wove them into crowns for the forest residents to wear.  They laughed with the nearby river in delirious joy at Spring’s arrival.  “Spring, Spring, Spring” said Fox, slowly aware he was muttering to himself.  He opened his eyes and shook himself, wonderingly.  It was cold, but the snow had retreated off the majority of the meadow and the trees seemed greener.  At his feet was growing a bouquet of tiny pink flowers that Fox was quite sure was not there when he laid down.  “Why Spring” he said, “There you are – I see you now!”  With a little laugh he carefully picked the flowers and brought them home to put in a vase by his bed.  He knew tomorrow there would be more.

Today’s post comes courtesy of my calendar this year.  It is a selection of wildlife prints by Vikki Chu.  I loved the February Fox and was inspired to create some jewelry pieces based on the artwork.  And of course Fox needs a story.  Here’s the necklace I made.

image I’m most pleased with how it turned out and I was able to make everything with supplies I had on hand (which is rather a rare occurrence).  Sleeping Fox lies surrounded by vintage pink glass flowers and leaf/flower brass dangles.  A new technique I learned in making this necklace is painting metal charms with acrylic paints.  I really like the effect , especially when I wiped away some of the paint to give a distressed, aged feel to the pieces.


I also made matching earrings and bracelet, incorporating the flowers from the necklace, along with pearls and painted foliage.  I’ve worn the pieces several times already as we’ve looked together for signs of Spring’s arrival.

Blessings to you,


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3 Responses to Gift #785: February Fox

  1. Parson's Creek Press© says:

    Hi, Sarah, thank you for the updates and your creativity. I thought, as I read your story, that perhaps youare working on stories for your nephew… By the way, are you friends with Helen Wilson on Facebook?She, too, creates jewelry and I thought perhaps you two might enjoy viewing each other’s work. For several years, she was the fourth grade teacher at Hilltop and John was in second grade when you were.   Hope you’re able to stay warm as winter swirls around you. I keep writing when we’re not traveling tosee grandchildren or tending to other important activities.  Have a great week ahead.  With fond memories, Margery Kisby Warder, Author/Speaker Amazon author page: Facebook:

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    • Thank you for your comments! Would you believe after all this time I’m just now figuring out how to respond to comments on my blog? Perhaps my ramblings might make their way to my nephew! I need practice writing them down first before I can recite them in my “Storyteller voice.” Has spring come to visit you yet? Daffodils are up here, but that’s about all. We’ve had another cold spell but I think it’s supposed to warm up again next week. It seems spring is taking its time to come this year. Yes, I am friends with Mrs. Wilson and I’ve enjoyed seeing her jewelry. She’s quite talented. I hope your family is keeping well and in good health. It is wonderful to be back in touch with you and I look forward to reading your writings. Blessings to you, Sarah

  2. Pingback: Gift #797: March Rabbit | anordinarymiracleday

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