I think I can still smell green . . .
Saturday, April 12, 2014
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.
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.
First day of real warmth (14C) since October 16, 2013.
Time to see what's up in the garden . . .
Catching the rays are . . .
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
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 . . .
Friday, March 21, 2014
When a doodle's not engaged in her employment
Or maturing her felonious little plans,
Her capacity for innocent enjoyment
Depends on the position of the hands.
When the bloody cupboard door is not a-opening,
When the doggie biscuits don't arrive on time
She hates to hear her little tum a-gurgling
And listens for the kitchen clock to chime.
When a doodle's finished bullying 'er muver
She's asked to sit a-waiting just for fun.
Ah, take one consideration wif anuver,
The doodle's lot's a very 'appy one.
W.S. Gilbert - ish
Sunday, March 9, 2014
The Old Mill in Toronto
rolling off Bloor Street
by the Humber River
is celebrating its 100th anniversary.
Brunch is available between 10:30 and 2:30
in the main dining room with its sunken dance floor.
In the 1940s it was my mother's haunt for dinner dances.
In the 1970s it was the site of my first cancelled wedding.
and in 2009 it was the location of my mother's wake.
With all these 'good' memories we should come more often
to enjoy this charming place
and put on a few pounds.