The Last Sign Of Winter...

I hope!

A piece of fall floated in the creek branch

as spring begins to show.

Green grass is peeking out.

Ki is becoming accustomed to horses and they to her.

Today after work, I viewed hubby's accomplishments and was very proud.  He had smoothed some washed places and planted sprigs in hopes the grass will reset. 

I quietly walked the creek's edge and in the water.  It does sooth the soul after a hard day with the public.  I threw sticks, of course, and watched for arrowheads.

Hubby whistled up the horses and they galloped towards us.  My heart melted with their beauty in motion.  They got their loves and scratches and a treat.  There are times, I think, I do not need horses, then I see them like this and I know, for my center, for my soul,  for my heart, I NEED my horses...and guess who did not bring her camera!

Texture By Marcy

Cattail seed

lichen

 pine bark,

and fungi.

This N That

Tulip flavored venison,

reflections in clean water,

and smiling fire wood...

just a few things we enjoy At The Farm.

Thanks to every one who drops in to visit. 

You make my day.

The Christmas Quilt

One Christmas, when the children were small, times were lean for us. I scrambled to make it a Christmas no different than others for the girls yet the effects could be seen in my gift giving and felt in my heart.

I hand made the adult's gifts.  For Mom and Dad, I pieced a Bear Claw quilt for their gift. I cried a lot that Christmas and felt I had failed my family.  Mother and Dad exclaimed how beautiful the quilt was but never used it on their bed.

 Mother died in'99 and Dad in '06.  The quilt came back to me.

I run my hands over it and wonder why they rarely displayed it.  It was made lovingly with Mom's favorite color through out the quilt...with flowers, she and Dad loved flowers.

I realize now Mom kept the quilt safe because, even then, Dad was entering the early stages of Alzheimer's and sometimes things were not safe from his busy work.  She would not talk about Dad's illness and covered for it many years before we knew.

I touch the quilt now and know that Mom loved the quilt and kept it safe for me...to know that family love is important.  To know, even when times are tough, we love family with all our heart and soul.  To remember, even when times are lean, the love is still there.

And I follow the tradition Mom began with her gift...it does not grace a bed but is displayed to remind me that love IS everything, not just THINGS.

One Word...

SPRING!