My Constant Companions

Rusty Pups are always underfoot

RP Shandy always has a frozen tennis ball close by at this time of year

Occasionally RP Kayla steals said tennis ball

and then invites her sister to rumble

when chases ensue.

Sometimes we decide to sit down and look beautiful

and then one might spy some movement in the woods

Time to go inside for a cookie.

Frozen Fringes

One of our streams is still frozen over

but trying to reappear.

At the other end of the pond

the other stream is flowing

frilly ice reaches out over the water

or grows into stalactites that kiss the watery surface.

Sometimes it reaches out over the stream

looking a bit like some kind of musical instrument.

Chimes perhaps

Clinking glasses

Encrusting rocks and weeds

Beautiful filigree lace

Ice jam under the bridge.

Brrr I'm feeling quite cold after this post!

Hoping The Geese Know Something I Don't

A pale week indeed

Trying to bring some colour back

Days of doodles and pebbles

We went out in the rain

for a St. Patrick's celebration

with Handy Hubby's golfing pals.

Sunday was a day for the birds

because

the first geese came honking up the Basin

and the biggest hawk we've ever seen

swooped down somewhere in the woods.

Scratching Into Springtime

It's freeeeezing here

despite the clocks leaping into spring!

On Monday Chris and I painted and printed up a storm

She taught me ipad scrabble

On Tuesday my visitor left and made tracks across the province.

For some reason Thursday turned pink....just not me.

If it's Friday it must be yoga....chair yoga!

Saturday we dined with friends surrounded by candles

overlooking the Annapolis Basin

Their way of celebrating Mardi Gras

We were bedazzled in beads and masks.

On Sunday clocks leapt into summer time

as everything froze beneath the snow outside.

Bushes and Trees Full of Birds

It's a strange winter this year

Strange things are happening

I have never seen a pheasant in a rose bush before

But he was there

pecking away at the branches

Does he like the rosehips I wonder?

Lots of eagles swooped above the farmlands up the valley

Mostly juveniles

but some adults too.

Not only do I love the eagles

but I love Winter's lacy trees against

rare blue skies.

Better Late than Scratched

Quite a week

Rocks piled one on top of the other form this land

Rocks that lie in water

Trees stand proud atop this pile of rocks

Roots work their way down

into that life giving water.

The Artist Way Collective met on Monday.

There are seven of us

 each one quite unique

Each one so inspiring

I am so grateful to be one of them.

Then on Wednesday

Three of us drove up the valley

the buy wool and vegetables.

A lovely day out.

On Friday as I couched bits and pieces of my new wool

we received sad news of the passing of my Auntie Rosie.

Roses were added..

and when my cousin suggested I add some rosemary

I made a very weak attempt at doing so.

Rosie was the best Aunt

Much Loved

She will be missed.

On Saturday my friend Chris arrived for a few days play

She always comes with lovely doggie biscuits

for some very excited Rusty Pups!

We played with paint and brush and Gelli Plates and Softoleum.

We sipped wine and feasted on quinoa and asparagus.

On Sunday we learned all about solar plates

and printing presses.

But unfortunately snow cut our day short

and we will have to return to complete the workshop.

A sad but busy week.

Snow, Relentless Snow

The sun tried to rise this morning....

after yet another night of  marshmallow snow.

It piled thickly to branches

Even the ash branches are piled with deep slithers of marshmallow.

A very clinging snow indeed.