Thursday, January 18, 2018

Baker Boy


Denver went to a cake making/decorating day at the High School, and this is the result...


He kindly left me a rather large piece (to eat in instalments)...



My Henning Mankell book arrived.  Looking forward to reading it but it will have to get in line, there are quite a few before it...


I've had to put my Debbie blanket aside to work on a birthday gift for a friend (shhh!...can't tell you...it's a surprise!)


And a day wouldn't be complete without an early morning 'down by the river' shot...



Or two...


Enjoy!
 
xx

Monday, January 15, 2018

"Oh, Hi, Mark"


Unless you've seen the movie...


 

Or read the book...
 reading and recommending

You won't 'get' the title of this post.  I would suggest movie first...then book.



 Still working on the Debbie blanket...



And reading/watching this lot from the library...


 And that's it for today!
 
xx

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Making it up as I go along


My friend Debbie sent me some yarn last year from India...
  


I've been debating how to use it, and I still don't have a plan (thus the post title), but am going to start with some squares like this...

 
2 rounds black
2 rounds random (1 row of each colour)
1 round white
1 round random
1 round grey
 
I may also do some solid colour squares edged in grey to intersperse.
 
That's the plan so far. 
 The blanket will henceforth be known as the Debbie blanket!
 


The crocheted blankets and knitted beanies will go to a couple of charities...



 Reading Depths...

I'm linking this post in with Ginny's Yarn Along (which is back), so if you want to see what others are crafting/reading, go HERE.

 
And for your green fix...the back garden...
aka the jungle...and you thought I was joking!!



That's all folks!
 
xx

Monday, January 8, 2018

Yesterday

Marnie, Denver and I went to the Raspberry Farm...
 afternoon tea of coffee and raspberry cheesecake :)


Then a walk around the lake...
begin


 some of the raspberry tunnels



 a resident alpaca



 lake


 leaves

I spy with my camera eye...
 mother and son


end


On the road home...
part of the Great Western Tiers in the background



No dinner for me tonight!
 
xx

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Weekend Words


5.30am...today



We ask and are answered not,
And so we say, God has forgot,
Or else, there is no God.

The years
Roll back and through a mist of tears,
I see a child turn from her play,
And seek with eager feet, the way
That led her to her father’s knee.

“If God is wise and kind,” said she,
“Why did He let my roses die?”
A moment’s pause, a smile, a sigh,
And then, “I do not know my dear,
Some questions are not answered here.”

“But is it wrong to ask?” “Not so,
My child; that we should seek to know
Proves right to know, beyond a doubt;
And some day we shall yet find out
Why roses die.”

And then I wait,
Sure of my answer, soon or late;
Secure that love doth hold for me
The key to life’s great mystery;
And oh, so glad to leave it there,
tho’ my dead roses were so fair.

(Author unknown)



 

Friday, January 5, 2018

Miscellany


My friend Brenda, who is an artist, sent me this...
 pretty good...n'est-ce pas!


Here's what she did (in her words):

"I painted a piece of mat board with acrylic clear glaze medium, and when dry, stuck on the feathers and leaves and dried flower heads with clear drying craft glue.

When this was dry I applied a further coat of acrylic clear glaze  over the lot.  
 
I then painted /dabbed  the 3 colours of  acrylic paint on , when dry I added  the pearlescent ink,   I added a small amount of gold as highlighter".    

 
 
 
Now I need to decide on a frame.
 
 
 
 
Listening to Hayden...
 good stuff


If you thought Gregory Alan Isakov was laid back, Hayden is laid back x 2.  You can listen to a sample of the tracks HERE (you'll need to scroll down a bit).




And watched Stonemouth (from the library) last night...
Really enjoyed it
 
 
Love the opening song by Cam Penner.  Listen to it HERE.
 
 
 
In music mode
 
xx
 

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

A dweller on the threshold...

In the words of Van Morrison...

"I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door..."
 
The door of another new year.  I'm feeling positive as to what it may bring.  I hope you are too!
 
Here's a bit of a catch up:
 
 
Finished the 'bright' blanket...


Just did a few rows of cream and an orange edging to finish it off...
 Will probably put it in one of the local shops on consignment come autumn


Listening to laid back Gregory Alan Isakov...



Also finished a small baby blanket for one of the charities I knit/crochet for...
 a good way to use up small amounts of various yarns
 
 
Still reading an Ann Cleeves book...
 
 
And have just ordered from Book Depository the final Henning Mankell book because I read a review on it and it sounds good:
 
"Henning Mankell's last novel about an aging man whose quiet, solitary life on an isolated island off the coast of Sweden is turned upside down when his house catches fire".
 
 
How could I not want to read it with words like:  quiet, solitary, isolate, island, coast, Sweden...
 
Will conveniently ignore the 'aging' bit.
 
 
May your day, year, life be all that you wish for...and more...
 
xx
 
 
 

Monday, January 1, 2018

Into The Mystic...


aka  Happy New Year!!

Meander River
 

Thomas Merton:

My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you
does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road,
though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though
I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me,
and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
 

 
Stanley
 

 
Nicholaus Ludwig Zinzendorf?
 
1. He leads us on by paths we did not know.
Upward He leads us, tho' our steps be slow;
Tho' oft we faint and falter on the way,
Tho' storms and darkness oft obscure the day,
Yet, when the clouds are gone,
We know He leads us on.

2. He leads us on thro' all the' un-quiet years;
Past all our dream-land hopes, and doubts, and fears
He guides our steps; thro' all the tangled maze
Of losses, sorrows, and o'er-clouded days
We know His will is done,
And still He leads us on.



morning beams over Deloraine


Jeremiah 29:11

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future"

 
May 2018 be a year of new beginnings and adventures on this road called 'life'...
 
xx