Scratching With a Sense of Fun

 Some weeks I wonder if there will be anything to scratch.

Then at The Artist Way meeting we talked

about a sense of fun....

....and I thought of squiggly shapes....

....and then I thought of Paul Klee.

A fun week.

Scratching an Uninspired Week

A difficult week

A great big blob of a week!

but now it is Monday again.

Let's start afresh!

Steven Ashley's Day of Memory

I carry you with me in my heart

Wherever I go, you go

always

I carry you deep where memories lie

Memories rich in Love

Memories full of tears and laughter.

You have a beautiful little niece now, Steven.

They called her Ashley after you

Boy, would you adore her!

The Garden is Outdoing Itself this Year

Mother nature is making up for a winter

we all thought would never end.

An abundance of perfumed blooms

in every corner

of the garden

fills the senses with joy.

Mornings in July

Streamers of fog move up and down the dike

Our little fox friend waits at a safe distance as usual.

One morning a field became striped....

....and the next day it had turned to dots in the mist.

We spied a couple of crows scavenging

on the edge between dike and water.

A Hodgepodge of a Week

Feels messy and

strange colourwise now that I have photographed it!

Summer has arrived

and though the sun shines every day....

....our early morning walks

involve walking through cool sweeps of fog.

Beyond the cool air of fog banks

are strings of texture.

The ecru stitches on the left are created with the Oriental Stitch

and the ones on the right are the Vandyke Stitch

Just in case you are interested!

One day a whole bunch of us got together in Chester

to talk about our work....

....always so inspiring.

Let's hope I make less of a hodgepodge with next week's

scratchings!

A Red, Red Morning

A red, red sun rose in the East

I couldn't really capture it.

The straight, rigid column of the reflection surprised me.

Resting at low tide.

We have a lot of seafarers in these parts....

....and feathered water lovers too.

Scratching Into a New Month

July being the seventh month

means time for a new scroll.

That happens every three months.

All that came to mind was Monday, Monday.

Tuesday, Tuesday was a trip up the valley

and back down again.

If it's the first of July it must be Canada Day.

Thursday the RP's had to visit their vet, Jodi.

Both got jabs....

....but RP Kayla also had a blood test

and all is well....

She's a happy puppy once again.

Diane dropped by

I gave her back her lovely basket of wool

but kept back a strip of blue ribbon

Blues and greens

yummy combinations.

In The Woodpile

Another shape created by Nature

that might inspire a stitching.

Eaten away

Being colonized

And even by my own embroidery threads

They get everywhere!

These must be remnants of a day of bundling

by the stream.

And right next to that log 

one that reminded me

that I must get back to my couching

spiralling

round and around.