November 18th, 2008, posted in Stitching
I never cease to amaze myself. I stitch this cute little squirrel; I sew it into a pouch using my favourite autumn leaf fabric (with the last black zipper in captivity). The pretty little package gets mailed and I absolutely can’t wait until my exchange partner receives it. Hoppa, hoppa, did it come yet? . . . er, just mailed it this morning. Pace, pace, did it come yet? . . . er, just mailed it yesterday. When the squirrel finally arrived at the other end of the province I was all ready to post a picture!!
I’m thinking that was at least a month ago.
©1995, Anne and Michael Lane ~ Quick and Easy Garden Cross Stitch
I think the reason this project excited me so much (besides such lovely shades of brown *^_^* !!) was pictures sent to me by the recipient while we chatted. Here she was telling me all about an industrious squirrel who had invaded her garden with intent to transform it into a colossal cone storage bin. There I was petting my pretty squirrel! She had no idea of the bubbly giggles she was inspiring!
Here are the pictures she took of the squirrel’s stash in her apartment balcony garden.
My resident woodshed squirrel is in a state of shock (o_O) . . . he has to brave ravens, coyotes, hawks, owls, and our long-haired “barking rabbit” all for cones a smidgen in size compared to the ones above. I feel so sorry for him, all the danger for twice the cold weather and half the wealth. Too bad we don’t live closer so the squirrels could share!
Here is the picture I tucked inside the cross-stitched pouch.
November 10th, 2008, posted in Critters
It must be time for another disruption in my life. Upheaval always occurs when I start to get a hold of my creative life. I had best make this a time for positive thoughts, not a mad scramble for my portable hole!
Yesterday I found photographs of this little hawk. It spent a week this summer trying to catch koi from the pond. I thought it looked like a pigeon hawk, but now looking closely it may be an immature sparrow hawk. Cute at any rate. He would swoop and try grab the koi; a miniature version of an eagle fishing for salmon.
A couple times a day I would dash out and poke around the rocks just to make sure I still had fish! I would find them wedged into the smallest of cracks! As much fun as we had watching I’m glad he didn’t catch one — these are special koi from my parents.
November 9th, 2008, posted in General
It doesn’t take much to remember.
September 15th, 2008, posted in Critters
September 10th, 2008, posted in Critters
It was hard to even think of continuing our holidays after loosing Tank. The thought of returning to Stone Mountain park hurt, but we knew we needed a time of remembering and healing. The travel trailer seemed so big with out that second Rottie under foot. The big black streak wasn’t racing past us while we walked. Dinner time left Holly and Little Bit confused as to their proper “Places.” Tank was always the first to sit, ready for dinner . . . the other two only had to sit on either side of him to be in place.
Steve did return to the upper falls at Flower Springs; Tank’s companionship and assistance in packing the photographer’s accruement was greatly missed. It made quite a difference in the amount Steve had to carry by himself; even just adding his lunch seemed to overload his stuffed camera-backpack!
Tank ~ August 2008
on his last packing trip with Steve
With Tank no longer with us, Holly appears to have come out of retirement. She works so hard to keep her place right beside me. The strain on the poor girl’s hips must be painful, but she has the attitude of, “I knows my duty”. She too, is a wonderful example of her breed, despite of her poor beginning in life.
