Monday, April 28, 2014

Five Months On

The December devastation so hard to comprehend.

 Our birches,

 our wondrous birches,

 have met a wretched end.

 So sturdy at the base.

So frail at the crown.

What's left to do but cut them down?

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Bun on the Mend

"You can bring the braided rug back now."

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Long Weekend Poos

 On yet another holiday,

 Ailing Bunny cannot play.

"I feel so sick and ill,

 I look to mom to find a pill.

Mom knows how to adjust my diet.

Then tells me to be still and quiet."



Beautiful 100% organic merino wool,
hand dyed with all natural dyes.
Love the colour.

 Can't wait.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Still Here . . .

. . .  as a snow cushion!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Not Again!

I think I can still smell green . . .

Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Lady What is Not

There she knits by night and day,

A magic web with colours grey.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.

Who is this and what is here?

It's only baby Babar, dear.

 sort of Tennyson's Lady of Shalott

Cleaning House

Last week work began in the garden. 
Snow and ice are not deterrents.
Sun spurs on any effort.

A popular residence last year.

 However, who wants to live in someone else's muck?

 Four nests showed evidence of purple yarn. 
Wonder where that came from?

 Bun was called in . . . 

 to check for forensic evidence.

 She gave the all clear. The house was ready to be raised

. . .  and her feet to be cleaned.

Just Maybe

First day of real warmth (14C) since October 16, 2013.
Time to see what's up in the garden . . . 

Catching the rays are . . . 
 not sure
and pussy willow.

Bun leads us to where
 ice still lives
 and has wrecked havoc on terra cotta
 but, maybe the pumpkin has released its seeds.
I think Spring has finally arrived at the fairgrounds.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

April Showers

 Carmen Miranda is ready for Saturday's bridal shower.

 Wool for the next shower gift arrived Monday 
from The Needle Emporium.

 It'll be a baby blanket.
 Grey, you say?

 Certainly, if the pattern is named this.

 Within the hour of arrival a skein was wound . . . 

 and the blanket begun.

Gale is a future focus. It calls for a chunky weight . . .

 but, Gale seems to cry out for Spud & Chloe's worsted Sweater.
Does this look chunky to you?
Maybe . . .