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
Fifteen butterfly blocks
Four butterflies per block
Two quilts to make
How many butterflies is that?!
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