Thursday, December 24, 2015
I help the neighbors with the kids after summer school in June and other times. I have grown close to the kids and sometimes I think my house is somewhat an extension of theirs. I am still finding army men in my house after this summer. They all came over today with gifts. There was a container of homemade goodies, a wrapped gift and a home made card. We went to the Dollar Tree at least once a week this summer and went through a lot of marshmallows, so my wrapped gift was a bag of marshmallows. Jack wanted me to keep the bag til next June, but I told him it would not make it and we could go get more. Bee made me a card with a picture of a cat, she is a very good artist. In it she thanked me for letting her come over after school and talking and just hanging out. There are times when I hear the doorbell ring and I really don't want to deal with anyone, but it became apparent today that I am just being selfish because when she feels the need to come over she just needs to have someone who can teach her things, listen to her cares and concerns and know that I am here should she need me. I have the best neighbors and hope they never move. I also hope the kids will always feel welcome and that they continue to come over whenever they need to.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Usually around mid March I start to see some of my bulbs peeking through the dirt, well today my Naked Ladies are thinking maybe since it has been so nice they should peek through. Silly girls it is not Spring yet even though the weather feels like it. I hope they will come back up when Spring officially gets here next year. Look below the large leaf and it seems as if 2 shelled pistachios are laying on the ground, those are the naked ladies coming up.
Monday, December 21, 2015
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
Was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
but I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
And the sweater for him was six inches too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tripped over my yarn and fell down with a crash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both dad and the boys.
And though I was tired, my brain was a bit thick,
I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick.
But what I heard then left me perplexed-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I had expected
"move, Ashford; move, Lopi; move, Addie and Clover
Move, Reynolds; move, Starmore; move, Fraylic--move over"
"Paton, don't circle round; stand in line.
Come now, you sheep wool work just fine!
I know this is hard semi, it's just your first year,
I'd hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer."
I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
Eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a'grazing.
And then, in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's feet coming across the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
And as I turned round, Saint Nick, I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe
And his clothes were handknit from above to below.
A bright Fairisle sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf round his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
The back of his mittens bore an intricate cable,
And suddenly on one I spied a small label.
SC was duplicate stitched on the cuff,
and I asked "Hey Nick, did you knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied "Ho-ho-ho, yes I did,
I learned how to knit when I was a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself for I'd thought up a plan,.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
Where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two;
For the first time I thought I'd really get through.
He put heels on the stockings and toes in some socks
While I sat back drinking Scotch on the rocks!!
So quickly like magic, his needles they flew,
That he was all finished by quarter to two.
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon
"Next year start your knitting sometime around June
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
This summer while I was watching the neighbor kids they decided they wanted me to knit them something. So we looked at many toy patterns and they settled on these little monsters. The pattern is otto and I modified it for each one. We went to Hobby Lobby and picked out the colors and I finally have them done. They can be used as a pillow as well.
Wednesday, December 02, 2015
I am often asked why I knit socks. Well let me see, because I can. Yes I know you can buy socks at Wal-Mart for a lot less money however they are not wool or hand made or one of a kind and mine last for years. If I get a hole I can easily repair it and wear it for more years to come. Socks are my go to project when I need to calm down, just need to cast something on because and they are fun. I recently found this article and it kind of says why those of us who knit socks do so.
Tuesday, December 01, 2015
~ New photos of A.I.T. Decorah ~
These photos are from 23 November 2015. Terrie was at SOAR getting some eagle hours in and took these photos for us! Practice today was more out of the crate and sitting on the fist. Kay walked outside around the hawk building with Decorah on her fist. Thanks Terrie! Hope you all enjoy the day.