Connected

Life throws us many challenges along the way...

Aging parents, the loss of a partner or friend, even the passing of a beloved pet...

Nothing takes your breath away, if only for a moment as when your child is hurt or sick.

Just like a shared heartbeat while still in the womb, the connection with a child is steadfast, unwavering, forever...

Sending my love to my daughter Jackie who recently received some concerning health news...

' I'll love you forever.
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living,
my baby you'll be.'

Robert Munsch

Seasonal Pleasures

Though a carpet of fresh fallen snow sparkles throughout the woods, it is in the sheltered corner of the garden where the first signs of Spring have appeared...


Faithfully just like the passage of time the snowdrops have sprung forth with their delicate pearl-hued flowers eager to burst in the sunlight...


The snowgeese are landing in the naked cornfields along the way of their northerly migration...

Soon the confines of the cottage will be abandoned by the lure of the garden... a place for pleasure and a welcomed change to devote one's waking hours...

Have a wonderful week filled with the promise of Spring.

Devotion

There are monuments, statues, writings and poems of devotion...



Some etched in stone, others sculpted in marble, many inked upon a page...


' I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always be yours.'
Jane Austen - Sense and Sensibility

or alas scribbled on a scrap of paper.

Devotion is an attachment; sometimes exclusive... it is endless, timeless...
A dedication of loyalty to a belief, a child or a lover...

May this day find your heart filled with such promise...


* Monument in honour of 1st Lieutenant Governor of Upper Canada
John Graves Simcoe 1752-1806 and his devoted wife Elizabeth Posthuma Gwillim Simcoe 1762-1850 located at Navy Hall in Historic Niagara-on-the-Lake.

Tranquil Moments

The early morning sunshine begins to linger in the garden. The familiar chirping of a house wren accompanies me as I hang the wash...
Vintage, much loved damask and linen will dance in the February breeze. Brisk in nature its assistance shall permeate the fibers leaving the fabric soft and scented.


With a little added inspiration they may transpire into lovely gifts for Valentine's and Mother's Day... perhaps bringing tranquil moments to the intended.

Have a wonderful week...

Happenchance

Do you ever come across something somewhere in your travels that stirs you to your very soul... that stimulates your love of history, romantic contemplations and creative ventures.

Such does this long forgotten homestead that I pass on many a day, perhaps happenchance or rather intentionally...


The old weathered board and batten siding, gothic gingerbread trim, broken 6 over 6 window panes, overgrown gardens and dilapidated back porch all cause me to contemplate its long ago occupants.


Was she a smalltown lass courted by a handsome farmer lad that wooed her to marry...



Did he write her a poem professing his intentions...

And did she finally relinquish to his passions and fulfill their dreams...


The tale in turn transpired into this make-do pinkeep. Old quilt pieces, woven woolen blanket snippets, hand carved spindle and other bits and bobs were gathered for this piece.

A perfect way to spend a Winter's day...


* Poem published in 1916 from 'The Real Mother Goose'.

Serenity

The snow has fallen, covering the berries for the birds. There are paths across the lawn left by foraging squirrels. seeking seeds buried beneath...
Life continues with a gentle simplicity...


Within the cottage, nestled before a roaring fire there is time to indulge in a bit of knitting. An ever so soft handspun from Storybook Fibers is on the needles.


The kitties are lying like ragdolls on the slate beneath the woodstove and even Miss Maddie is enjoying the serenity...

Wishing you a lovely week ahead.

Imagination

Winter has emerged spreading her beauty hither and fro...
The lane is enveloped in sparkles and the hills shrouded by a velvet cloak of white.
Magical, breathtaking...


But there is enchantment within the cottage too...


The white hyacinths are beginning to bloom filling the room with fragrance...


And the mice have taken it upon themselves to dress for the Winter's Ball...

Isn't imagination a wonderful thing.

Hope you're enjoying the magnificence of January...


* Costumed mice I've created for a window display in the local quilt shoppe Stitch.