Whenever I am out on my walks, my eyes are always peeled for treasures to bring home. Smooth stones that can be transformed with crochet. Feathers. Leaves and weeds that can be pressed. Anything of interest that catches my eye. I find that doing that turns my walks into an adventure rather than a chore.
Yesterday I even found a perfect little tile and a stick that can be used for hanging either a cross-stitch or crochet project.
This evening I happily painted and crocheted and have started a nature journal, too. I'm no artist, but I'm having fun and that's all that matters.