Friday, December 31, 2010
The skies here in the mountain west are intensely blue. Today with the new snow fall, the sunshine and the crispness of the air, it was nearly eye-popping. I loved the snow and the color of this quaking aspen by the front porch.
Had to post this picture of my sisters little dogs opening their Christmas stockings. They know it's for them and they get soooo excited, worse that little kids.
Little Yoda is very pleased about being an inside cat and never having to go outside, and rarely leaving my desk chair. No wonder I can't get anything done, Ihave to perch on the edge of the chair or risk getting my behind slapped, she does not hesitate to use claws either.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
It is wonderful beyond words to have them all home.
Oddly enough, I feel sort of confused like I don't know what to do, guess I'll go make toffee or something.
Anyway this year we have the prettiest Christmas tree we have ever had.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Seventeen years ago today, you died.
I know you just moved on. I know I will see you again but I really do miss you.
Wish you could see these boys. Let me change that statement, I know you can see them, I wish they could see you, wish we all could. They would have loved having you in their lives longer.
Brother Bill has the greatest little family. Mom must be crazy over his little kids, bet you are too.
Love you. Thanks for all you did. Tell mom I love her too.
Its a bit sad the Lord needs to remind me as often as he does, it is not the "stuff" that matters but the people.
In fact I can picture him right now, "its the people stupid, the people!" I added the stupid bit, pretty sure he doesn't say that, as much as he needs too I'm guessing he refrains so I said it for him.
The other day my 17 year old son had an assignment in class, his group was supposed to make a poster about the most important things in life. He said the most important thing was giving and receiving love. I guess some of the kids started to make fun of him saying it was a pansy thing to say and he was "emotional". The teacher became angry and supported him.
My young son is wise beyond his years.
He recently read "Tuesdays with Morrie" and was deeply touched by it. My son is right, more right I think than even he knows.
Love is everything.
It's not the Christmas presents, the buying, the getting, the accumulating.
It is not status or stuff, not cars, not clothes, not cellphones or TVs.
It is Love, not the love you get, but the love you give, and with the giving you receive.
So glad the Lord gives me quiet reminders and not the slap I really need. That would hurt, sort of lightning-boltish don't you think?
Saturday, December 11, 2010
And here is the snowman box.....
Thursday, December 2, 2010
If I could only get a video of him, it is just so ephemeral, it's not like he does it on cue, only when he feels like it.
He is going to flip over the Christmas tree.
My son says he loves the way you can look into Burgess's eyes and there is someone there looking back.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
You see, I want a lilac forest, at least an acre planted in lilacs and grasses. Since it takes sooooo long for lilacs to grow, like fifty years, I am pretty sure I won't live long enough to see it in fruition even if I started planting tomorrow and that is not going to happen.
So here is the dream, a lilac forest, with little sheep grazing around, knee deep in clover so to speak, and an orchard on the other side of a picturesque stone fence. A giant pig named Booger lives in the orchard, I stand on the back veranda of the old farm house and yell, BOOGER and she comes running (trundling cause she's so huge) up from the orchard to get her beer. Though I don't drink I'll keep a case around for her.
We'll go for long walks down our own lane with the goats, a few dogs, couple of cats and a miniature Jersey cow.
The lilacs will be in full bloom, the scent intoxicating, tiny new lambs frolic in the sweet grasses with fat newly shorn mommas keeping watch.
There is a forest with pathways, stone outcroppings for the goats to play on, a small creek and pond.
By the farm house there is a great vegetable garden, weedless of course , and fields of corn and alfalfa and a grand view.
By the old white house, there are hedges, massive falls of David Austin roses, all my favorites, Getrude Jekyll, Graham Thomas and Mary Rose, and of course one of the roses I love the most, Wald Fee will be in abundance all around the house.
Obviously I will need "help" to keep up the place while I fart around and do whatever I want to. do, mostly art work, in the loft of the gigantic post and beam barn.
I even have a name for it, FoxEarth Farm.
Or maybe I could call it My Happy Place.
Friday, November 26, 2010
So I slept in, and I slept in for a very long time too.
And this is how I woke up.....
Tigger with a question.
"What are you doing?"
"When are we going to eat?"
"What are you doing?"
"Can we play now?"
"Where is Mr. Tinky?"
"Why are the blankets growling?"
"Is Mr. Tinky under there?"
"What are you doing?"
"Can we play now?"
"What are you doing?"
"Can we play now?"
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
So now I am just going to post pictures of Mr. Tinky in the snow.
He hates it, it is horrible, it freezes his toes and other bits and he is extremely grateful for his blankies and his little blast-furnace friend Miss Piggy.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
I catch myself staring at them. I'm weird that way.
Usually it because I find them so beautiful, not in the magazine cover, model, Hollywood way, but how sometimes, you can see their soul, or I watch how the light falls on their face, or how it shifts through their hair.
I stare at children. In the grocery store as I wander the aisle babies and toddlers catch my eye and they stare back at me, for a few seconds there is a connection and I smile and they smile. I love it. I find the beauty of them stunning. The freshness of their little faces delights my soul.
I stare at the elderly. I feel such compassion for them. I do try to be a little discrete but I watch all the time. Weird.
I love people but then someone will piss me off and I'll hate them all and then five minutes later feel compassion again.
It's what happens when you are not only ADD but a Gemini, you can't stay the same for more than a few minutes....
Thursday, November 18, 2010
I am so glad I changed it even though it has been a bit of a job. The color of the wall is exactly the color of Hersheys syrup right out of the bottle.
I love this room. Love, love, love it.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I found it fascinating and imagined what it would look like in blown glass.
Can you see it? A clear glass vase with glass flowers?
I don't know, maybe it was the Ambien, but it seemed very cool at the time.
Monday, November 8, 2010
He clings to my hair, flutters and gets himself soaked.
He loves it.
Then he plopped down on my shoulder and leaned against my ear.
We stood there for a very long time and let the hot water run.
There is something weird and wonderful about a wild bird trusting so much as to get soaking wet right there on your head, they are so vulnerable when they are too wet to fly.
I loved it, but of course there are no pictures.
Monday, November 1, 2010
I am obsessed. There is never enough of either.
This is icelandic wool on a hand spindle and a large ceramic bowl of watercolor paint.
I spun the icelandic in a fairly light and loft yarn, plied double and then I spun a dark brown icelandic wool plied it with the off white wool for a two tone look. This was knit into a hat for my son for Christmas. Part of the hat was brown and part of the hat was white. Needle point wool.
I have two vintage chairs I want to re-cover in needlepoint but I have to come up with something wild and wonderful NOT the traditional circle of flowers.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
What love and joy the Father must have felt for his son, how great the love Mary must have felt for her Miracle.
This birth was and is one of the most profound examples of love the universe have ever known, next in comparison only to the death and resurrection of Christ.
The birth of the Beloved Son into mortality is the manifestation of the very love that created the universe and by which it continues to expand.
I love the phrase, "the condescension of God", Christ, born of Mary the chosen vessel, condescended to be a human baby, to poop his pants, to cry with hunger, to toddle, to fall and get up again. To die.
Then there is Mary. The most beautiful virgin. So intelligent, virtuous, decent and faithful she was chosen to bear the Beloved Son and raise him, to help him fulfill his destiny of the cross, to help him get there.
I think her love for this child and her suffering as she watched him grow up and die must have been unimaginable.
What I do like to imagine and what I believe with all my heart is that he as the resurrected Christ returned to love and comfort his mother. Wouldn't it be wonderful to know what he said to her? His Mommy.
The most noble title given to the Mother of God?
Heather on the excellent blog www.womeninthescriptures.blogspot.com is having a give away.
I have made a print of the painting of The Beloved Son available for her to give away on her blog.
Go make a comment on her blog and enter to win this and several other great prizes.
I hope you enjoy this painting, it took forever to do.
The original is done in colored pencil and gold leaf.
If you do not win her give away and want a print they are available in my etsy shop, flyingfox.etsy.com
Monday, September 13, 2010
It is rare when they survive, it is just so difficult to care for them. Burgess is a miracle really, kind of a pest but a miracle.
Speaking of Burgess, this is darling Yoda watching him flutter around my office. She would like to have a go at him but she is too pudgy to make the effort, she thinks about it though. She is sitting on my knitting, it is a bright blue baby shrug, so cute! It's not very big so her butt covers nearly the whole thing.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Once again I am reminded how very, very blessed I am, blessed with wonderful, insightful intelligent friends, reminded again of the power of prayer and how faith can make even the most wounded person more whole than those without faith can possibly imagine and reminded again of the nobility of the human soul.
There are no depths to great for a human being to sink, no limits to mans ability to degrade himself or herself. On the other hand there is also no limit to the greatness of a human being determined to continue in the course of refining oneself, with self-restraint, kindness, prayer, humility, grace and a commitment to being Christ-like. This is a daily process and a difficult one.
Perhaps that is where the commitment comes in, you make the decision and determine to stay with it, never falter always trying, the decision to simply be good. Just be good.
Commitment and then obedience.
I am reminded that prayer is not just a quick post to the Lord as you go about your day but a cherished conversation with a Father and friend.
I am reminded my grand and handsome sons are worth every sacrifice I have ever made.
I am deeply and profoundly grateful.
After lunch I ran downstairs to check on those sons, One was asleep on the couch, one was playing x-box and shushed me so I would not wake his brother and then he pointed out that Burgess was also asleep on the open door of the TV cabinet, his little head tucked under his wing. his tiny chest feathers falling up and down with each breath.
I love this weird household.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I put the "Fall into Winter" quilt in the county fair and it won a Sweepstakes ribbon, I did not get to see it hanging because I had gall-bladder surgery at the same time.
Jacob had four teeth pulled and he was super miserable then there was school to get ready for.... a million different things going on it seems. Blogging was just not high on the list.
Anyway here is a picture of Mr. Tinky. Isn't he adorable.
Tigger...pretty stinkin adorable too.
This is a silk shawl in the most wonderful silvery grey, for my friend for Christmas.
Lace scarf done in Baby Alpaca, it needs to be blocked.
Collage backgrounds done and ready for painting.
another background ready, and some small bird paintings.
I have been working on re-painting my bedroom too. The top part is the most delicious chocolate color, exactly the color of Hersheys syrup right from the bottle. The bottom2/3 of the wall is a creamy antique white with trim work and the ceiling is the palest blue.