Our Snowy Retreat in Nova Scotia

Thank you Val and Janet and Margi and Judy

for a wonderful wintery retreat.

You travelled so far.

 You arrived as a snowstorm blew in.

We stitched and filled our journals...

We shared our creative journeys since our last retreat..

We tried new things....

We shared favourite books.
We talked of inspiration, processes and goals.
We sipped wine.
 We discussed art and artists and the world around us.
We laughed and we cried.
Outside it snowed.




Of course the rusty pups had their noses and tails in everything.



So many thanks to my Richard who dug us out
and worked in the background on chores that freed us to play.


Sadly it is over
"Oh, well"
but my cup runneth over.

Fundy Activities

Lobster fishing.

Bits and Pieces

A desert moon,

and pebbles on pebbles.

Two tiny pieces looking for a story.

When I don't know what to do next

I make small pieces like these

then they live in a special box until they call to be included.

Learnt this from Jude.

Breakfast

A favourite breakfast of peanut butter, shortening and cornmeal after a cold snowy night.

Lovely Surprises

Some lush flowers arrived from Brett.
They bring colour and the promise of spring into our white, white winterscape.

Thank you son, with LOL.

Some trees arrived.
All the way from Kaite in Australia.
Knitted Trees, who'd a thought!
One snow covered tree, one summer pine and one rusty autumn maple perhaps.
This generous gift has me thinking of how many different ways there might be to make trees with stitch and fabric.
Thank you, Thank you, Kaite.
How you got my address is a mystery to me.
BTW Kaite is very busy nowadays making quilts and taking donations for Emerald, one of the devastated flood towns of Queensland.

Bowing Under the Weight of Snow

Where the trees meet the sky one gets the impression of them bowing to the weather gods.

We are all bowed down with beautiful virgin snow.

The trees are fighting to stand tall and they look even more dignified than ever.

Do you see the three pigeons sitting on the roof? They wait until we are inside before coming down to feed.

Set in Their Daily Routine

We sip tea...
Rusty pups look at us with puppy dog eyes....
Making sure we remember it is that time of day...
The tea cups get placed on the table...
Tails start wagging...
We rise out of our chairs...
And their excitement explodes!
Their pack is off for..
walkies!