Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Crochet

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I love knitting, but crochet seems to be my favorite form of stitching for the moment. I finished the throw for my young college-bound friend. Her reaction to it was better than I could have hoped for. She loved it and I have seen a photo of it in her dorm room. Unfortunately, I neglected to take a photo of it myself. She assures me she will take the necessary photo and email it to me, but she is a busy student so I am not holding my breath. I have started another ripple stitch throw for our own bed. I also forgot about these pretty squares I started a while back. Maybe I should get back to them…I like the colors. They are all made from Debbie Bliss baby cashmerino. Such lovely colors, but not cheap. Consequently, this little project will take time simply because I can only treat myself to this yarn occasionally.

The quilt underneath the squares is one I got at auction several months back. I loved the vintage look of it, the colors, the scrappy quality. It has been washed, but has a lot of damage to the edges and some stains that I can’t seem to get out. I’ve thought of redoing the edges and may in the future, but right now I like it in this basket in our upstairs hall.

Hope your day is a happy one! More later.

Change of Season

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Even though I’ve barely taken in the fact that it is September, I see signs of Autumn approaching. More and more of the leaves on the weeping willow are turning yellow, here and there I see some red leaves among all the green in the woods, and the quality of the sunlight is changing. The daylight has a more golden tone – a subtle change that will become stronger as we move further into Fall. We had a big rainstorm last night due to Hanna coming up the East Coast. It was very windy and a hard rain fell. We needed the rain badly, but when I got up this morning there were many more leaves on the ground than there would be with a summer storm.

Autumn is my favorite season, but I also feel a touch of melancholy at this time of year. Summer is fading, my garden has started its decline, it is getting cooler at night – all signs that we are moving into a seasonal change that will eventually take us to Winter. Perhaps it is that knowledge – that Winter is closer than ever – that brings a bit of sadness. Whatever it is, I feel it today.

So I’m cleaning, doing laundry, washing floors, and thinking about getting back to my quilt-in-progress. That’s another sign of the change of seasons; after high heat and humidity all summer, I begin to feel a strong urge to quilt. My sewing machine is under our skylight – no air conditioner nearby – so I tend to stay away from it in the summer. But now? I am ready to get back at it.

More later.

Dad’s Painting

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My Dad started painting with oils when I was a little girl. This was his very first – painted on a piece of slate with a frame made by hand. I think I was about 6 years old when he painted it. This oil of a single long stemmed rose was always in our house. It hung on the wall to the right of our front door. I saw it every day.

When my parents moved to northern Michigan, the painting went along and found a new home. And when they moved to Florida, it went right along with them.

When I visited my parents recently, I was curious when my Dad said that he had something for me. He disappeared into another room and came back with this painting. I was completely surprised and delighted as it means a great deal to me. I carefully packed it in my suitcase and hoped it would survive the luggage handlers. Thankfully, it arrived in one piece and now it lives in our cottage in upstate New York. We are thrilled to have it here.

Thank you, Daddy!

Lambs Like to Party

Lambs Like to Party

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