Moments In Time

As the moments of 2010 fade into memory...


May the brightness of the New Year guide you with health and prosperity...

Welcome 2011.

The Magic of Winter

" Winter is a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour "
- John Boswell


The season of Winter has arrived...


we shall embrace its beauty,


endure its hardships,


and always think forward to Spring...

Merry Christmas!

*winter pictures taken by my daughter in Calgary, Alberta!

Simplicity

Even though Mother Nature has revealed her less gentle side as her prelude to Winter, her presence evokes one to see the beauty she presents as well....


Not wanting or even attempting to upstage her perfection I enjoy the simplicity of the season. A welcoming wreath with birch bark accents enticing visitors to the door...


A handmade knitted nest ornament with a snowfairy mouse.


Simple antique child's stockings waiting in anticipation to be filled.


And of course I've been busy knitting (watching Nature from the cozy warmth inside). A bag to be felted from Noro Kureyon yarn. (Similar to the one in the background knitted in Malabrigo yarn only bigger)


Stay warm!

* Ferris wheel at the Festival Of Lights Niagara Falls Ontario.

Enticement

Rarely effected by a shortage of words, I find myself visiting more than writing with this online journal...


Honouring the Holiday season with a richness of simplicity I enjoy connecting with other creative individuals sharing their knitting, quilting, crafting and decorating their homes with a little enticement from Nature and oodles of vintage finds.


All this inspiration has me busy filling the arriving Winter evenings with fun and creativity...

Beauty

I am surrounded by bountiful vineyards...


acres of fruit orchards and fields. Protected by great bodies of water....



and at this time of year plenty of greenhouses.


I escaped for a few hours to be enveloped by the most beautiful of flowers and plants for the Holiday season.



* The frilly white petals of a new variety of cyclamen.
* Ice wine grapes awaiting the frigid temperatures to be harvested.

Inevitable

The early morning dew along the banks of the river has been replaced by the glistening of frost...


The vines along the fence stand naked to the wind...


The sky seems bluer and the clouds are dancing in from the north...



November is upon us and thoughts turn to warmth by the fireside and keeping one's hands busy...


transforming beautiful yarn with the rhythmic repetition of a simple stitch harmonized by the clicking of the needles into something that borders on the edge of decadence...

* A snood for the cool November winds.
* A shawl I'm working on in mohair.

A Blessed Place

As I travel across the countryside amongst the quaint little villages from auction site to appraisal appointment there is one presence that is constant among them... each has a blessed place.



Most are small in stature, built either of white clapboard, brick or stone... perhaps in the last century or early 1900's.

The colourful lead paned glass that adorns one or more windows is a tribute to a wealthy village merchant among the congregation or a prosperous harvest yielding donations....


Each has shared its tranquil surroundings to witness the baptism of babies, the union of a dedicated couple or the respectful farewell of those on their final journey...