Monday, 13 July 2020

Growing Up Behind the Garage!

She was a great mother
though Handy Hubby reckons
that is the father.

All of a sudden it seemed
all four heads were covered in feathers....

.....One teetered on the edge.....

....and flew into the undergrowth by the stream.
Within four days the nest was empty.
And now we can't tell who is who among all the robins
bobbing about the garden.
In a flash
all grown up.

Makes me wonder how these two munchkins
are getting on.
We had the privilege of having them cross our path
way back in 2016.

Monday, 29 June 2020

Hatchlings and Butterflies

Every second day
A new hatchling escapes the confines of its egg
They can't lift their heads at first

But soon they gain the strength

And all of a sudden their beaks are the biggest
brightest part of their tiny little bodies

Like a lot of us
I have been going through fabric and books
trying to eliminate

Donated four boxes of books to our local
Society of Fibre Artists of the Annapolis River
from where I know they will find good homes
It is very hard parting with books and fabric

Gathered together all my brightest and boldest scraps
thinking it was about time they were used up

and so I have dedicated most of my days recently
to butterflies for the grand girls
An old, old pattern I have always loved 
from the early 1900's

One quilt
Fifteen butterfly blocks 
Four butterflies per block
Two quilts to make
How many butterflies is that?!
Holy moly!
It's going to be a while

With two little girls who love pink
it should have been just pink butterflies!
Strangely though I have hardly any pink in my scraps.

But I am having fun
Coloured scraps are knee deep on the floor
leaving no room for Rusty pups to relax.
Every table is covered in colour!

But when overcome with brightness

I can always add some sky stitching to the gently grey beaver sticks piece!

And our morning walk provides the Rusty Pups
with an opportunity to eat their greens!
Actually they think a walk is a buffet
of greens and wood and mud!
We have stopped walking the dyke because
they eat the shells dropped by seagulls.
Well, I have to put my foot down somewhere!

I think these little ones have more discerning tastes!

Have a bright sunshine day

Tuesday, 16 June 2020

For the Love of Stones

Stones on windowsills

Stones in the hand

Stones on beaches

Stones in the mud

Stones in walls

Stones in piles

Stones to walk on

Stones not so nice to walk on

Stones by the sea

Imitations on stones

 Rusty Pup investigating stones

Humans talking stones

Stones lined up in houses

Stones lined up in stitches

I hope you touch a stone today!

Sunday, 14 June 2020

Slowly Stitching

Slowly stitching in my island of calm

Weeping for injustices around the world

Praying that solutions will be found

Hoping that governments will prove themselves worthy

It is surely a time when drastic systemic change is needed

It is a time to invest in change

It is a time to invest in people

And talking of change
Our garden Robin decided to place her nest atop our garden hose
and we are very grateful to her for that
because they usually nest high above in spruce trees
but this year for a change we can get to watch her.

Eggs of new beginnings
Eggs full of potential for the future
It is hard not to have a heavy heart but
 Perhaps she placed her eggs in sight to remind me
it is possible to make a brighter world
and we are living through the time of change.

I hope you find some jewels in your day

Wednesday, 27 May 2020

Outside and Inside, Sunshine and Shade

Happy to be sitting in the warmth of the sun
Stitching a beaver story
Watching the woods
Surrounded by birdsong
Interrupted occasionally by a wet Rusty Pup nose seeking attention

when it gets too hot we move back inside

Above the horizon the skies are forming.
For the last few years my work has always included an horizon
A dividing line
Not necessarily horizontal, sometimes vertical.
Because I am most comfortable feeling grounded
as I search for what is behind the horizon?
Or perhaps I am just drawn to that design element.
I don't know.

 I started stitching crosses on the silk velvet ground
Sticks can form crosses
Though the beavers seem to weave them together somehow
with mud and grass.
But then...

 ....turned to check the back and as usual
 loved the expressive free stitches on the wrong side 
compared to the disciplined front.
started stitching the crosses on the back 
in order to get those unruly stitches on the front!
Love it!

As I stitched I thought of how my stitching sister,
Judy Martin, talks about her works
that can often be seen from both sides.  
In her blog post from June 13 2011
entitled 'and still maintain a normal life'
she writes
I've made many pieces over my long career that show through metaphor how we each have two sides. A side we present to the world and a much more interesting 'inside'.
This piece (and still maintain a normal life), however, 
is an attempt to just show our inner world. That too is a duality

I am comfortable stitching this piece
Happy flitting above and below the horizon
as my beaver landscape story develops.

And the ferns are reaching up towards the early morning light
as their story begins.

Be safe and gentle with each other

Sunday, 17 May 2020

Yesterday was a Good Day

Walking this land every morning
clears the mind
opens up the heart
and influences everything
especially my work
Right now it is sticks
I see them everywhere

Where there are Beavers there will always be sticks

Some sticks pile up in log jammed streams

Some sticks end up on my design wall

Slowly bringing stitch covered sticks to life I hope

 Some know that I am trying to bring more blue into my life
but I have to say it girls
that blue might have to go!

The Rusty Pups and I walk on sticks
cleverly placed in mud 
down in the Soggy Bottom woods.
The work of our brilliant neighbour Steve!

In this strange time
it takes work to keep our days as normal as possible
I wish for you a normal day