Friday, March 20, 2015
With the dawning of a new day comes the beginning of a long awaited season…
Spring has arrived on the calendar and though wet snow is predicted for the weekend the promise of warmer sunlight, the blooming of the endless orchards of blossoms and the return of the mischievous birdsong in the garden makes one is giddy with anticipation…
Even the pocket on a new pinny under construction reflects the beauty of the gardens yet to behold.
But while Nature decides when the season will be in full swing a little indoor garden therapy helps to soothe the soul…
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at 6:28 AM
Thursday, February 26, 2015
No I’m not Snow White with her head over the well wishing for the one I love. But it certainly is white with plenty of snow here. This is Niagara Falls a few miles from where I live. This year it has been so cold that Mother Nature has provided us with some very spectacular ice formations. An ice bridge covers the US side and it is fantastic!
The critters are all still nestled in their respective warm places waiting for some sign of Spring…
I’ve been busy playing with mice. Mice for pinkeeps and bunnies too. I will be offering a workshop in mouse pinkeeps just it time for Mother’s Day. Props and vintage snippets will be included. For more information please contact me or stay tuned for more information to follow. In the mean time stay warm and keep wishing for Spring!
* A special thank you to Valda for braving the elements to take the pic of the Falls.
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at 12:38 PM
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
The horizon is an endless sea of white. The flakes keep falling and the temps keep dropping, but if I sit to ponder the thought the days seem to blur from one to the next.
So I concluded I would think of something else a little on the lighter, silly side…
Does a bunny ever have a bad hair day? Take for example my daughter’s rabbit Max. A cute, cuddly little fellow when he was just young.
As the months have passed and the snow keeps falling Max has gotten hairier…
So when the snow stops falling will Max’s hair stop growing. Of course not. Gratefully my daughter is harvesting it for me and when she has an envelope full she’ll send it this way. I have a friend who’s a spinner and angora yarn is beautiful. Soft, fluffy and mottled in colour… just like Max.
* A special thank you to Max for posing for the pictures and my daughter for taking them.
Posted by Susan McShannon-Monteith at 11:26 AM