Grand Babies are Grand

The reason for my silence

three glorious weeks away meeting this little honeybunch.

At times she sleeps as peaceful as can be

but not necessarily.

Just like her Dad, even in her sleep she can be

A bundle of wriggling muscles.

So serious was she as she studied everything around her.

when I arrived she looked at light and contrast.

By the time I left she was looking at our eyes and faces

and the smiles were beginning to be real.

Tiny hands would wrap into fists

Arms would stretch out relaxed over Mama's shoulders

The yoga ball was used to soother at fussy times.

Both parents would take it in turn gently bouncing with babe in arms.

I didn't trust myself to do that

but could have done with one back in the seventies!

Uncle Brett came to meet his niece.

Handy Hubby became an adoring grandpa.

Butterfly babe

So many thanks to Mark and Donna for allowing 

me to share this precious time with them.

Looking for Perfection...Not Me, the Geese!

Some are still here

working out the kinks

Messy Scratchings

Fall is here for sure now

Drove up the valley for doctor's appointment

then on to a FAB meeting already in progress.

Found the girls pounding colour paints

onto scrunched up cottons.

First Taoist Tai Chi class

I am determined to keep moving this winter.

I remembered how much I love stitching blind

for two days.

Can't get much more expressive than that.

Friday and chair yoga started again

my body was very grateful.

Brrrr

Saturday we walked crunching over the first frost.

Sunday and drawing the negative spaces.

Fly By

Following the leader

Flying South for the winter

such sensible creatures!

Perhaps not so sensible

you can hear them honking amongst themselves well before

you actually see them.

Reflecting on Herons

The sun was strong enough to create reflections

but only just.

Sometimes you can only just see the herons through the long grass.

I have been wondering what the reflection down the right side

of the water is.

Perhaps the mountaintop wind turbine.

Chasing his own reflection. 

Mirror imaging

only just

because I missed most of his reflection.

Red Sky in the Morning

Shepherd's warning.

South African Journeys

In my small collection of embroideries

are these South African pieces.
Some simply record the local animals

Some record the local folklore.

Each one heavily stitched
by the women of South Africa.
All these pieces are from a dear friend, Valerie Hearder.
Valerie leads groups on trips to South Africa
where you would meet the women who make these
What a treat that would be.