Hello from Sunday night

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What a fabulously glorious weekend round here! :D

After a solid week of rain the sun peeked out on Saturday making the whole day shiny and bright. Kerstie and Adam came back form their holidays and stopped by with our little girls for a full day of family fun. We’ve missed them like crazy and each time they come for a visit it seems like they’re so much older. Binky (Ever) is now four years old and in preschool, Bunny (Isla) is two and everything a bright and shiny red-headed girl should be, and baby Ziggy (Zoe) is the smiliest, happiest little six month old in the world. There was a whole lot of toy exploring, blanket rolling, baby cradling, book reading, castle building, and crayon drawing going on.

Kerstie found a “professional fire hula hoop” and brought it for Chloe. Chloe tried it on for size and loved it to pieces. Morgan was completely entranced looking at the spinning hoop. No, it isn’t going to be lit on fire at any time.

We explored the grandma hand-knit sweater box to swap out some of the sweaters that the girls can now wear. I guess that for them this is the great-grandma sweater box. Chloe was telling us about how much she loved each sweater. Remembering when and where she wore them and telling us which were her favourites and why. I sometimes think I really should learn how to knit. Maybe just a sock or two. Wait, I guess it would have to be two…lol.

The sun shone all day Sunday as well. My indoor plants, which usually have a nice holiday outdoors all summer, are all doing very well, and I was super excited to find several nice, fat flower buds on my cymbidium orchid. I’m super excited because this is only the third time in, like a million years, that my little miracle plant is promising me a bloom. I must have done something right this year. :D

Hope you’ve all had as shiny and bright a weekend as I have, and if not, I hope your week ahead is wonderful.

Linking with Judith and the mosaic bunch.

Rara Avis, Eric’s drawing challenge

Long ago, the Earth was new and the first group of humans lived in a lush valley and children still had feathers running up and down their spines so they could fly. But the elders were afraid that the children would learn to love the sky more than the ground and leave them alone and so the elders said to the children, “Children, tuck your feathers under your shoulder blades for you will not need them. Stay here on the ground where you belong and let Eagle rule the skies”, and so the children were obedient and did as they were told. But soon the weather began to change and the valley became frozen and the elders died and the children were left alone.

The children cried to Eagle, “Oh Eagle, we gave up our wings so you can rule the sky. Save us, show us a way out of the valley so humans may survive .” Eagle, who was obliged to care for the children, said, “You cannot follow me out of the valley for my voice is too soft, but I will return with help.” And she flew away and the next day she returned with Gull.

“Follow the Gull children,” she said, “His voice is loud and he will lead out of the valley.”
So the children gathered the rest of their possessions and followed the piercing cries of Gull who led them on a secret path thru the mountains, out of the frozen valley, and down to the sea shore.

The children thanked Gull and he said, “Children, here at the shore Eagle and I will watch out for you together.” And from that day on, children, if you’re good and a little lucky, you can just catch glimpses of Gull talking to Eagle. But you are safe because they watch over you from high above the Earth.

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link to Rara Avis
Thank you so much for this drawing challenge Eric.

“Tell me your secrets”

Oil on canvas, 18″x 24″ :D

Hello from Sunday night, which turned into a Monday post again

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Well, well, well, after days of leaden skies the promise of sunshine thru the velvet curtains turned the whole room rosy pink. Mornings like these make my world so much better. Milo and Morgan love the sun and try to hang out in the sunniest spot as much as they can; usually upside down on the sofa.

My son has come back from Japan and brought his lovely girlfriend Chantal for lunch. I made us some smoked salmon sandwiches and salad. I took my eye off the salmon for two seconds and Morgan was up on the counter and made off with a slice of salmon. She was told off and pushed out the kitchen door into the garden where she sat for the longest time licking her cheeks. The scrubby little cat! One minute she’s sleeping, the next minute she’s pilfering our lunch. She’s a bit overweight and so on a diet and hating everybody these days.

My children and I had a lovely chat and spent a good hour looking thru the baby Jonathan photo albums. Jonathan wasn’t too pleased at the idea at first, but the girls ganged up and majority won. After a while he really enjoyed seeing the old photos. He asked me if he ever wore any clothes as a baby…lol. There were a good number of photos of naked baby Jon and baby Kers on the beach or in the garden in the summer time. What can I say…they were very European babies. :D Chloe and Chantal decided that I had the best clothes in the 80s and now they want to hunt similar down and wear them. C especially loved my bathing suits, my high-waisted jeans and a one piece safari jumpsuit, which I wore to death. I think it was Rodier and I loved it too.

The sun shone golden for most of the week, but it’s that weak winter sun which never really warms much, and that means the temperature has dropped. I suppose it’s dropped all over the continent because I can see the jet stream dipping way low on the environment maps. Morgan hates the cold and so I didn’t leave her out for long…no matter how bad she is I’ll always love her mushy little face.

Hope your weekend was a lovely and cozy one. Time to check out some weekend movies and have a first open fire in the fireplace I think. :D

Folds, Carole’s drawing challenge

When my wonderful (almost) neighbour Carole suggested “folds” for this weekend’s drawing challenge, I thought of the origami I keep failing at in such spectacular ways...lol.

In the china cabinet are two tiny origami cranes right beside a tiny Alice, a present from a visiting friend, and I can’t even begin to think how such a tiny thing is folded. Chopsticks maybe?

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So I decided that a painting with a bit of collage might be more suited to my style, specifically tissue paper collage.

I love using tissue paper and moving it with the brush and the mat medium, and making it fold in soft waves on the painted page.

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So here is my piece for this week, The Dove. I love the soft folds in the texture, I love the folds of the dove’s wings, I love the gentle folds in the hands. It’s a good one.

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When you have a chance, come hop over to Carole’s for links to the folding bunch. :D

A Sunny Side in the gloom of the West Coast

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What could be better on a gloomy West Coast day than a cup of tea in the afternoon?
Chloe read about a new little tea shop not too far away from us. The Sunny Side tea shop is in the rainiest part of Vancouver, Deep Cove, a small town on the edge of Indian Arm, the only fjord in BC.

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There are samples of all the lovely teas lined up in rows of small jars for us to smell and chose from.

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We chose our teas and the proprietor brewed us a couple of mugs worth.

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We were handed our tea in some beautiful locally handmade mugs.

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Then we sat down with our tea on a little sofa against the window and looked around at the lovely shop.

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It’s so warm and beautiful in here. The shelves are lined with lovely goods handmade by local artists.

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On both sides of the room.

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Also some carefully hand picked books and magazines, like this Kinfolk magazine.

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After our tea, we walked across the street to this little boutique.

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It’s the most amazing little place full of fun outdoor stuff.

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And lovely gifties for Christmas! We loved this fun coaster.

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This little boutique is a hit with C.

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We have to come back here soon with our naughty and nice lists.

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Next door is another lovely little boutique. This one is geared a little more perhaps towards me.

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Except for these beautiful hand dyed wools.

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I don’t knit and my crochet is pathetic, but C knits, and loved the warm, earthy tones.

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This is more my style. And looks very much like the inside of my closet. :D

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This little boutique has so many beautiful things. I can see this will be a great stop on our Christmas shopping week.

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And especially for prezzies for our little ones, Binky, Bunny and Ziggy.

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Has everyone already thought of or even done their Christmas shopping? I’ve started to get organised, but just barely.

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Sharing with Judith and the Mosaic bunch. :D

Remembrance

Yesterday I painted in my very personal journal. I found some words and painted a poppy around them.

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Today I spent Remembrance Day with my mother. We remembered my father and his years of dedication to veterans as the head doctor of the Vancouver chapter of Veterans Affairs Canada.

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After lunch, while mom filled out some paper work, I riffled thru dad’s glass collection.

I love his collection of sparkly shiny glass. Some ancient Pompeii glass, some modern Waterford crystal, some rare medieval pieces he picked up at auction.

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And then, from the very back, I pulled out this strange little etched goblet. Strange because I have no idea where dad got it, and, now that he’s been gone all these years, I can’t ask him about it. It has flowers etched into the crystal. Maybe some are meant to be poppies, maybe, or probably they are, because under the etching of the flowers is an etched word: “Erinnerung” German for Remembrance.

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And maybe there isn’t a mystery. Everyone, whether allies or enemy, everyone a person, everyone affected in some way by the tragedy of war. I’ve no idea where my British father got the little goblet with the German word etched on it, but you know what? I’m so glad I found it today of all days.

Lest we forget.

Colour, Ariane’s drawing challenge, redirected thru Barbara Bee

I was walking around the garden and contemplating the challenge when it occurred that the garden is still a rainbow of colour.

So, for some inspiration, I gathered that rainbow and brought it indoors.

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And from that rainbow came this:

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A little collage, wild colour painting with a tiny gold bird hidden in the rainbow.

And now this little vibrant orchid, (one of my kaleidoscope cards), is for Our Rose, Ariane, our original host, who suffered a house fire this week. All our thoughts are with you sweetie, hope everything turns out alright.

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The challenge has been redirected thru our Bee.

Hello from Sunday night

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It was a golden Sunday round here. One of those wonderful days with nothing to do…except a fantastic yoga class. It was a very good thing because Morgan and Milo have just only started to relax after the trauma of Halloween night. Do your animals turn into bowls of quivering, sweating jello when they hear fireworks? Oh boy, oh boy, they basically slept on top of my head all night. I was talking to Robbie Halloween night and Milo was quivering beside me, and I was rubbing his soft fur and massaging his feet when I discovered that the pads of his feet were damp. Did you know cats sweat thru the pads of their feet when distressed? It’s true.

I found a wasp’s nest under the eves in the shade garden part of the house. I think it’s probably best to take it down, don’t you? Although I don’t think wasps come back next year to the same nest. The other day R told me there was a great big wasp buzzing in the cottage and he lost track of it and forgot about it. Then he rolled over in bed and it stung him on his back. Poxy thing!

The great leaf fall has begun and, with any luck, this week’s rain will just bring all the leaves down at once and I’ll be able to rake them up on the drier weekend. I quite like raking leaves. I know that when Robbie reads this, he’ll just say, “Oh, yeah? Well get back here and rake up your maples!” And I’ll say, “Who’s country is the riding mower in?” and we’ll laugh and talk about turning the leaves into mulch for the gardens and piling them in a corner somewhere to serve as warm winder hiding places for the hedgehogs.

Chloe and I are talking about Christmas these days. Christmas! (gulp) It’s here in Vancouver this year, (for the first time in two years), and we’re looking forward to the tree and prezzies and roast turkey lunch and Christmas cake and family. It’s going to be wonderful. And now that Halloween is over I feel like it’s the start of the new season. So I’m slowly saying goodbye to autumn and starting to welcome winter. I suppose I just need to see some fresh snow on the mountains to seal the deal.

I’m completely in love with an old program I found on YouTube, Fork to Fork. It’s a treat to watch one of my favourite Gardeners World presenters carry on organic gardening practices in his home and garden. It makes me even more determined to have an organic small holding and bake my own bread. Here is a link to the first one:

Stefanie’s drawing challenge: Underwear

For some reason, that silly song was stuck in mine and Robbie’s head this summer.

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And then I was reading my guilty trash pleasure, The Daily Mail, and the Kardashian butt is just about all over the place.

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So I decided to draw myself a remedy underwear, so we all can have butt! :D

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There you go. :D

Now come see Stefanie’s site for all the links to the best underwear.

But first:

LOL: you know you want to!

More garlic than I planned on

The leaves have started to fall in my garden and I still had 100 white tulips and that garlic I bought to plant in the garden.

The day was relatively dry, (expecting a full week of rain), plus the green recycling was being picked up this afternoon, so I got out in the garden for a little general clean up and that garlic.

After a while C joined me and I discovered that I forgot to harvest about six garlic bulbs from last fall’s planting. And they all started sprouting and growing happily. So I gave C the job of lifting the forgotten bulbs and gently teasing the individual bulblets apart.

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Gardening is one of those strange activities where you come out fully dressed for the weather and gradually remove layer after layer and end up in your T shirt. :D

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So we cleared the summer weeds, which go to the recycling bins, and took down the red runner bean plants, my disastrous Brussels sprouts, and spent raspberry canes, which go into my compost bins, and planted out all the garlic, which practically took over the whole veggie bed.

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Milo, who is more interested in patrolling and stalking than gardening, came for an unexpected cuddle.

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And then he checked out the garlic seedlings, which may have met with his approval.

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I had a hearty chicken and bean soup on the go all day made form the left-overs of a roast chicken and roast veggie dinner, and it was the perfect supper for our gardening day.

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Then C made her famous kale chips and we cuddled under out favourite blankie and watched a 1990’s Will Smith movie called Enemy of the State. We didn’t finish it though because we went off to our meditation practice, so no one tell us what happens please. :D

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