Faltering Under Pressure

Some folk thrive under pressure

claiming they do their best work that way

Not me

Definitely not me

This was my first attempt with a very short deadline

How dismal is that!

I unpicked most of it

And added some textures and colours.

Ran out of time

It will have to do.

I was thinking beech leaves

For me the back is beautiful!

Scratching With the Help of Bears

Sometimes a bear can be helpful!

It has been a busy week

with only snippets of time for my scratchings.

Trying out some loosey goosey stitches

for a project I have in mind.

On Saturday we were putting things in order

and on Sunday making lists of jobs still to be done

because I am expecting some lovely guests next week.

The Week in Review

Scratching Winter's Arrival

So busy stitching somewhere else not much time for scratching.

That is supposed to be a printing press because

Wednesday was spent at our new print studio

learning about how to use that press.

Flocks of robins have arrived from Newfoundland.

They love all of our bright red berries.

At the end of the week we celebrated Handy Hubby's birthday

as it snowed and rested on the ground for just a few hours.

Living in a Country of Lakes

Wherever I have lived in Canada

there have been lakes

reflecting bold and beautiful skies

Tannin colours the waters here in Nova Scotia

drifts of pine needles line up along waters edge

and huge rocks sunbathe in family groupings.  

Islands crammed with trees inhabit lakes

and leaves sink beneath the waters looking like copper pennies in a city fountain.

Living Among Trees

I am comfortable in the woods.

where sometimes the sun breaks through

and lights up autumn foliage....

where Rusty Pups lead me down meandering trails...

where mosses try to climb tree trunks...

where some trees stand ankle deep in fallen needles....

and climb upwards...

and upwards to reach the sky....

where fallen and decomposing bits and pieces....

provide fodder for future stitches.

A Slither of a Moon

Sunrise from the front porch.

The sun was coming up...

...beneath a slither of a moon.

Scratched Travels

Busy week.

Soo cold and windy outside so we lit our first fire of the season.

Then I snuggled in front of the fire and played with crochet.

On Wednesday a group of friends came and spent the day discharging.

On Halloween, Handy Hubby had to get a tow out of soggy ground!

And the Rusty pups turned six.

Then I drove up the province through wind and rain and past many a tamarack tree

for a SAQA weekend.

Seventeen of us spent the weekend learning more about each other
and looking backwards at what brought us to where we are
and where we plan to take our work and friendship in the future.