Wednesday, 23 January 2008

Spring its on the way

I hope that you are all off to a good start to the New Year and long may it continue.
It was not quite so here as I came into contact with two viruses which laid me low for two weeks. However I feel the energy returning and am planning various jobs to be done, always a good sign.
The latest knitting project and fund raiser, is the Nativity scene Mary, Joseph, Jesus, two wise men, a sheep and a donkey have been made so far. The figures are 20 cm tall, the animals less. There are three more figures to make and three more sheep. It has been fun. I will show them when they are stuffed.
A pattern found on for crocheted interlinked wedding rings with Irish roses, ment that I just had to find some fine yarn and have a go. I have always loved working fine lace so have started the rings and roses and plan to make them into anniversary cards.
Christmas cards are to be made throughout this year, as the right theme comes to mind.
Spring is on its way and the garden is in flower, witch hazel, aconites, hellebore, myrtle, primroses . The rose given to me last August has flowered all through the poor weather we have had and is a welcome sight to come home to each day at the front door.
May spring be close to you also.

Wednesday, 2 January 2008

New Year Resolutions

New Year Resolution time.

The first to get fit, second to make fund raising projects all the year long.
Both have been started as I have purchased a treadmill and started the supply of items for fund raising.
These decorations were made last night using left over supplies of various yarns, beads and cords.
I have three venues to supply my work to.
Our grandsons school, a voluntary project I am involved in and the bowls club.
Over the year I hope to have completed many items and will keep you up to date with them.
Any ideas you may have and wish to share, would be appreciated, I can be contacted on

May I leave you now with a poem which I enjoy, it is by James Elroy Flecker

To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence

I who am dead a thousand years,
And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messengers
The way I shall not pass along.

I care not if you bridge the seas,
Or ride secure the cruel sky,
Or build consummate palaces
Of metal or of masonry.

But have you wine and music still,
And statues and a bright- eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And prayers to them who sit above?

How shall we conquer? Like a wind
That falls at eve our fancies blow,
And old Maeonides the blind
Said it three thousand years ago.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night alone:
I was a poet, I was young.

Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.
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