Time

Here we are. in the last week of August. It seems the summer has flashed by, and the mornings here are getting quite chilly....autumn coming....

     September will bring the beginning of routine, and I guess I'm looking forward to it, but I certainly hope that Miss September will bring with her a dose of energy, because I am seriously lacking in that area.

        I have spent the last several days painting, and now I think I will put the paints away for a week or so, and hit the books, searching for information on the book of 1st Samuel, and trying to come up with some new and inspiring songs for the choir. Both groups will be starting up early September.

Quite often I will see a little sparrow sitting on the lilies

Acrylic Abstracts

Acrylic Abstract

Rock Painting

Great Fun

That's all for now.......

Blessings 

Challenge for today...

I read a lot of blogs on line and they are always so 

interesting 

or moving

or informative

 or all of the above.

Then I sit down to write a little post and before doing so, 

I read a friends' blog.

Her poetry is beyond beautiful, no matter the topic.

And what was I going to write about------

the mess that I am in. I thought that I would accomplish one small cleaning up item per day. I usually 

begin with my den area, because I am never satisfied with how I have set it up. I dug in, going through 

old cards, old magazines, old drawings...everything that I hadn't looked at or used in a year or more.

'They' say that if you haven't used something in a year then you probably won't use it 'ever'.

I don't really know who 'They' are, but they seem to have a lot of knowledge about a lot of useful, and

useless things. I digress......

It is deciding where to put my books and supplies in order to get at them easily....hah.

What I really need are floor to ceiling wall shelves and cupboards. But since that will never happen, I am

driving myself a little nuts trying to decide where to put what.

I should have left well enough alone, because you know what happens when you start a 'small project'.

It becomes a big one and then it gets bigger, and then you have a mess all over the floor so that 

you can't move, and you haven't a clue how to finish up this one small cleaning project.

I decided to take a break and so I am typing this.

If I end up putting things back in the same place, what will have been the point of all this? I shall have to think
on it a bit. It is mid afternoon, and I shall soon run out of steam so I had better get going.................
I just realized that this small room has 3 walls and an archway. If I were going to put shelves up where would
I put them? There are windows in two of the walls and a door on the other......
That's why I'll never have shelves....
And even if I did have shelves, I would probably still not be satisfied with where to put the wool, books, wood items, frames, empty cans, rocks, shells, CD's, old tapes, microscope, ( I used to look at bugs from
the orchard and berry fields), paints brushes, waterdish, canvases ...... oh dear.
Well, I guess I needn't prolong the inevitable....

Till next time.......

Of Blueberry Bushes and Princesses

Just finished working in the blueberries, trying to weed them out. Stopped and came in and feel all shakey and funny. Maybe too much sun, maybe not eating.....maybe both......

There always seems to be something going on with my poor

physical self, never mind my mental stability.

Keep on keeping on is about all I can do.

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Last evening I attended an Princess Tea at a neighbouring Community Hall.

My granddaughter is the Princess representing this community in a local annual celebration

called Gala Days. 

She made a little speech, as did her counterpart from last year, and then was presented with her 

'crown'. She will have a very busy time leading up to the labour day weekend.

Coffee, tea, sandwiches and sweets followed the speeches and presentations, and the girls

spent some time chatting with the folks present. 

I was a little hyper, a result of not feeling that great. I get a little foolish, and people laugh. Strange.

Definitely no pictures of me. Facebook took care of that.

Sadie having a little rest on the doorstep

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The clouds are building up, though the sun is still shining through. We are supposed to be in for a 

rainy day. 

Catching Up

     How can I catch the tail end of a TV program that the Captain was watching, and end up in tears because one of the characters died. Grant you, it was ER, but I haven't seen that show for years. What is up with me.
Weird?

     I had this open, hoping to at least start a post. I've been thinking that I might try posting this way. I don't always have a lot to post, but if I start, save, then do a bit more till I feel I am finished, then publish....I'll see how that works. It's worth a try.

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     Another day - We went to a community picnic last evening, an annual event. People from two small communities get together to eat, laugh and catch up on news. The communities have changed a lot over the years, and now there are a lot of little ones. They had special games for the kids, including a pinata. They had a great time swinging at it, and of course gathering up the fallen candy. What I really enjoyed was the opportunity to play my uke with three other gals, one on a mandolin, and two with guitars. We had a fun time. It was a new experience for me, playing with others. We played a lot of old songs, some I didn't even know, but just followed along. We played before folks ate, and then for a while after. I was having such a good time I didn't realize how sore my left hand and arm were getting. I finally had to stop, though I hated to. Today, my hand and arm are a little sore, but it was well worth it. Such a great time.

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     Desire to do something different hits me every once in a while. I was going through my cupboard, and saw my clay supplies. One package had not been closed tightly, and was drying out a bit, and not very malleable. Mmmmmmm, waste not, want not. I tried to soften it a bit with water, but it really wasn't workable enough, so I formed some different shapes and then began scraping, which is something else I do to lose myself in. 

The sticks are not clay, but carved Popsicle sticks. (Don't ask)

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It is now 3 days after my uke playing, and my arm and hand are still hurting. It can't all be from that evening of fun, but I don't know. I have been helping Dawn out in the raspberries, not doing too much, just tending the UPick. I'm not helping today, so I thought I would finish this up and post it. Looking back, it is a real mix of things. I took some pictures in the field, and also the almost finished result of the 'scratching. 

The rows of berries

Even though it is 3 weeks into the picking there are still lots of berries

They are tasty

A berry pickers best Blue and Yellow friend

close up of sunflower, including earwig in petal

clay things, painted, but not varnished

sticks painted up

The varnishing will bring out the colours a bit more

Back to the field, and the rows of sunflowers

The field fairies have built a home in the shade of the sunflower leaves

Picked berries for an order

And....finally I will post this 

Cheers!