"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Sunny 11 degrees east breeze

We were down at the beach tucked out of sight of a group of six common mergansers. They were on the beach next to the water. We were a short distance away up on a knoll. Babygirl was happily playing and when I stood up I could see them. The two males were preening while keeping watch. The four girls were sitting facing the water with their backs to the land and to the sun. Its the pace of their day I noticed. They rested awhile but when a big wave came they took it. The girls have such pretty red tufted heads and the boys with their dark heads and white bodies look like miniature icebergs against a dark sea. Their passing by on there way to parts north and will breed inland on freshwater. Isn't it amazing how lightly they live? It seems there perspective is all they carry.
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Sunday, 24 March 2013

Knitting projects

I knit this ruched cowl which I have found so practical. As cowls don't have the loose ends like a scarf I find them baby/toddler friendly. In the picture I'm standing in my kitchen and behind me is a driftwood board wall collected entirely from the beach. That bundle you see on my right is Babygirl doing acrobats in my arms. For Babygirl I knit a cable and lace scarf. There are bobbles between each cable. Both of these neck warmers were knit in acrylic yarn. Babygirls scarf pattern is my own. The cowl pattern is called Wish and it came from a book called: knit and wrap 25 capelets, cowls and collars by Nathalie Mornu. A fine book and I may wish to knit another from it someday.
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Saturday, 23 March 2013

Flowers aren't just found in gardens.....

Two little girls is a poem written by Claudia May Seal. I think the author had two of her own but I see no reason why it couldn't be called One Little Girl. "Two little girls painting pictures of flowers and smiles of their dreams. The girls faces are happier than ever with their bowls filled with red, white and green. They act like professional artists swishing their paint brushes round. Their mothers watch them painting and marvel at their creative hand. Although someday their paintings of flowers and smiles of their dreams fade away in time their memories will never cease. The girls will grow older and have children of their own then they will watch them painting of flowers and smiles of their dreams". My little girl turned one and now I am the mommy with the cake. As I held it singing Happy Birthday and watched her beaming face I felt a connection to the circle of life in a way that I had never felt before. I made a white, layered cake with a vanilla glaze and garnished with fresh, edible flowers. I also made egg sandwiches from my freshly baked bread and cinnamon buns, carrot sticks and homemade grape juice complements of my mom. Happy birthday Babygirl!
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Sunday, 17 March 2013

I found these primroses at my gate today. Its been sunny... I hope to see the stars tonight.
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Saturday, 16 March 2013

In folklore daffodils are associated with lost love. Today as a cancer symbol it is a flower of hope. The squirrels did a number on me and packed off all my bulbs except this clump....little pests... I looked on google and apparently all parts of the flower are mildly poisonous. Many people have mistaken the bulb for that of an onion although it lacks the taste or scent of one. I'll leave you with the words of William Wordsworth which I loved and memorized as a child. "I wondered lonely as a cloud that floats on high over vales and hills, when all at once I saw a host of golden daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay; ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they out-did the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company: I gazed and gazed but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude; and then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils". Evidently there weren't any squirrels at that bay...
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Sunday, 10 March 2013

A crocus symbolizes: cheerfulness; childlike delight; riches; preciousness
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Saturday, 9 March 2013


Some board books were written not just for babies but also for their mommies. I love the words in My little Miracle. Several pages into the book it says, "each day there are miracles in front of our eyes," and there is a picture of a baby boy. On the next page it says" dance to the music and sing like the birds," accompanied by a picture of a dancing toddler and then several pages later, "look for a rainbow when the sun shines again." With those words there is a picture of a rainbow spanning a green valley. When I woke up this morning the room was full of light and I heard the sound of robins. Yesterday as I watched babygirl smiling beautifully from her new plastic swing that I hung from the pole woodshed I couldn't help but notice the unfurling of the red elderberry leaves. There will always be miracles and rainbows when we take the time to look for them.
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