I'm Late, I'm Late ....

A week recorded.

Photographed very late last night

so apologies for the quality. 

Remembering the sight of that heron swooping over the rusty pups.

For Tuesday that is supposed to be Handy Hubby flying

back home over the Atlantic.

The big circle is supposed to be the London Eye

Not too good!

On  Wednesday Judy's 'Heart to Heart' returned in the mail

and she included this lovely stripy thread.

On Thursday this doodle got stranger and stranger

with every stitch!

This morning we wrapped Christmas presents and packaged them into parcels for the boys.

After stitching joyful parcels the airwaves filled with tragedy.

With a heavy heart twenty stars for those little innocents

and six stars for their devoted teachers were added.

Finding comfort in the trees that surround me.

In this creative community

the Christmas musical events have started.

Company for Tea

Making a pot of tea

I glanced up

and saw him right there outside the window

He was there in the pouring rain

Never seen one so close to the house in broad daylight.

He knew every time I moved!

There was a flurry when he flew towards the window

and back onto another branch.

They have quite a wingspan don't they.

I enjoyed his company and forgot about tea!

Have All the Heron's Gone?

Surprising how some apples still cling on.

We met a man on the dike gathering fallen apples.

He said it was for feeding the deer who visit his place.

What he didn't say is that he probably shoots those deer.

I hope the deer keep away.

Another damaged tree.

Towards the end of our walk the rising sun turned the sky red

and it's rays travelled westward over the basin warming the woods behind my house.

That's not my house by the way

Mine is back in the woods.

Nowadays I walk with my head down against the wind.

At one point on the walk I realized a very large bird was sailing along beside me

about ten feet away.

He travelled past me and then swooped down over the RP's

I thought he was the biggest hawk I'd ever seen

but then realized it was a heron just saying hello to the pups.

The first heron I've seen in weeks.

According to Nature Nova Scotia the herons

are gathering on our southernmost tip and are leaving for the winter.

Funny that last year we had Harry the Heron hang around until February.

Do you think they know something we don't?

Scratching Through The Layers of One Week

Sometimes a week takes on a completely different character.

It seems to have been a week about applying layers.

I suppose I am multi layered!

The art of throwing bleach around!

I added a piece of knitting

and wove more threads into it to bring it under control

Friday turned into a doodle day

Finally cut into a favourite old shirt and threw a strip on my scratchings.

Thinking of how Christmas will soon be upon us

I cut baubles out of luscious red velvet.

Life Cycles

A day of tumbling raindrops

A day of scratching stitches

A day of thinking about life.

Thinking about my ninety five year old mother in law

who looks so frail nowadays.

Missing my Handy Hubby as he spends a couple of weeks with his mother.

Thinking about my boys

and hoping they really live their lives.

A Play Day

Diane came round for the day

and we made marks

Some pretty ugly

Some on paper

Some on fabric

Some could do with more work

but I think this one could be stitched.

A play day

It's important to play.

Scratching into December

Monday we organized and rearranged furniture in the house

for a dinner party on Tuesday

Five golfers and their wives.

A natural dyed scrap stitched down because it was my friend Diane's birthday.

She's my natural dye and mark making companion.

Handy Hubby flew off across the pond at midnight

Not a very creative week stitchwise

but we have scratched our way into December.

The year is nearly gone.

Goodness me

it is flying by.

For those of you in Ontario

my 'Rusty Gate'

is in the show 'Tradition in Transition' at The Joshua Creek Heritage Centre.
A show curated by Sandra Reford who has done a yeoman's job
taking the show to France and now to Oakville.
If you click on Sandra's name you will see her write-up about the opening
and over at Judy's journal you'll see more photos.

Have a nice day.