Sunday, 1 February 2015
Pinch punch . . .
It's hard to believe that we are in February already. I know I seem to say it with every month that passes, but I think January went by awfully quickly! I know I am not alone in feeling this way. Say it ain't so . . .
February is the soul's month . . . the month of whispered hopes. The month where we can at least begin to turn our faces towards the sweet promise of Spring, even amidst Winter still raging on our doorsteps.
Flower beds and borders become peppered with green tips and the air is filled with the tinkle of a hundred snow drop fairy bells . . . you can hear them midst the teeth of a raw wet wind . . . mere hints of Spring in the offing . . .
Will the ground hog see it's shadow? One hopes not.
The das between Candlemas and St Valentine are days in which we must be content with mere glimpses and hints of Spring for Winter is not done with us yet . . . but my listening heart has caught the not so faraway sound of Spring on the wind . . . and my hope will denyed no longer . . .
It is the month of loves sweet promise also . . . Happy Valentines Day . . . a day when lovers throughout the world unite and celebrate the love they share with each other . . .
I did this little matchbox greeting for Todd a few years back . . . what will I make for him this year. Valentines are always nicer when they are homemade don't you think? I think so anyways.
This little heart pendant necklace was the first Valentine's Day present that Todd gave to me. It is hard to believe that was fourteen years ago . . . I may think that January fled past, but the past fourteen years have flown by even quicker!!
They say time flies when you're having fun. I must be having a ball!
This month too brings Pancake Day. The day when we traditionally cook and eat pancakes for supper. When I was a child that was the only time my mother ever made pancakes! They were a real treat. Ariana loves pancakes. She said to me the other day is it true there is a day just for celebrating pancakes? She was quite excited when I said yes. I will have to make sure that I do some special ones for her this year. It is nice to have young people around to help and celebrate these things!
Even if our Pancake Racing Days are long since gone . . .
These are my sisters latest needle felted creations. I just love them. Robin's eggs. I can't wait til she opens her shop. The smaller one of these is only the size of a spice bottle.
I have a pile of dolls in various stages of completion sitting in a bag at the end of the sofa. All have been sewn and stuffed. Three are put together completely and embroidered, three are waiting to be put together and embroidered, and then I will just have to paint the painted bits (shoes, legs, eyes) and make their clothing and accessories and then I will have them up for sale.
The wind is howling down the chimney breast this morning. It feels cold. The sound of the wind always makes a day seem colder don't you think??
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
Living moment by moment,
and seeing everything afresh
without judgement and worry
lets us experience life
rather than simply get through it.
~Dr. Patricia Collard
Baking in The English Kitchen today . . . Chelsea Buns. Scrumptious!
I wish for you a happy First of February and blessed Sabbath.
Don't forget . . .
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And I do too!