texture and colour
texture and colour
Couldn’t get any closer…the property was all fenced. Isn’t this just a delightful scene. Down the main road in a sleepy town on the outskirts of Ottawa.
HAPPY FRIDAY everyone
The sun is shining brightly, skies are blue again today, Ottawa has had a whopper of a wet season… Time to fly under the clear skies … an adventure awaits.
Rosie stood back and looked at her chest of drawers. It looked like she last saw it, yet it seemed that some of the powders were not as she had left them.
Meanwhile, Breeana was outside fussing with the vines along the fence.
She had carefully made her way down the path, pulling out as many weeds as she could along the way. Listening to her music, time had slipped by it was probably time for her to go in. She sensed that Rosie would be looking for her, and made her way towards the house.
Sure enough just as she reached the back door, it opened and Rosie was standing there, ready to call her in. Realizing they had once more found their way to the same place at the same time, they both laughed and greeted each other.
Ever since they had met, they just seemed to be on the same wave length. it was a comfortable feeling, and the beginning of a fast friendship.
“Breanna” Rosie asked “did you dust my chest of drawers today?”
“No, I thought of it, but didn’t want to go into your room without permission, why?”
“Nothing really, I just have the feeling that something was moved, or changed” both turned to look back towards Rosie’s room. To Breanna it all looked the same, but to Rosie, although it appeared to be the way she left it, something didn’t feel right.
It often happens where two people see the same thing, but each has their own impression of what it is they are seeing. They each will have their own realities, that is why it is important to have open dialogue and to think before we speak or make assumptions.
PL Principle #2 I will not have complaints about others, matters, nor the weather. Rather I will always be creative and will look for shortcomings in my own thinking and actions.
PL Principle #7 I will not have a mind to be hasty, worry nor be pessimistic.
Keep your options open and be flexible
Leonie and ChenMay who had been listening, looked at one another, they had not gone into the room themselves, but they had wondered about the bottles lined up in a row, and they knew that Kit and China, like them had given the room more than a passing glance. Soon they hoped Rosie would tell them about the “secrets” in her room. Did Breana know?
The girls watched silently, waiting for the music to come closer. To their dismay, it stopped, and they were nowhere near figuring out where it was coming from. They first heard the music when the old dresser was moved to where it now stood in the sun room.
Not just one of them had heard it, they all had. It reminded Kit of the music box her grandmother once had. She looked all around the room, but there was no music box, or any other object that looked like one.
China’s eyes were big with wonder. The music had made her think of the time that the school had visited the big department store during the Christmas holidays. The teacher had wanted them to see the big window display with all the coloured lights and sparkling snowflakes. The elves had been busy in Santa’s workshop the happy music had filled the room as they happily hummed while packing all the presents for Santa’s big night.
Did it have something to do with the old dresser? If only they could get closer without making a lot of noise or drawing attention to themselves. They were supposed to be in bed. Ginger the eldest of the girls, was supposed to be doing her chores, but Kit saw her peeking out from the other room. Everyone was interested.
“Bedtime girls, I’ll be in shortly to say goodnight.” sigh, they knew that it would be tomorrow before they would be given a clue or information.. If Q was coming to tuck them in… that meant, it was going to be lights out. Scampering back to their respective rooms, they climbed back into bed. Being patient was going to be hard.
As Q tucked them in, she whispered “tomorrow is another day, you will have lots of time to explore and look around” China and Kit whispered as Q moved on to see Chen-May and Leonie “what Precept do you think will help us be patient and allow things to progress at their own pace” giggling China said, “Q is always reminding us of our lessons” with that, both girls closed their eyes and let their anticipation and dreams carry them into the magical land of sleep.
PL Principle #12 I will get up pleasantly in the morning
PL Precept # 16 All things progress and develop
Try smiling just before you go to sleep.. it works wonders…
nb* China and Kit are American Girl Dolls
Leonie and ChenMay (below) are MapleLea dolls (Canadian)
Happiness after a hard-fought game. Sorry Ottawa, but, Yay Penguins. Sid you are the best! born in Halifax, Canada, he is an amazing player, all round professional who earns the accolades he gets.
Somewhere along the way, I became a den mother to three dolls. I wouldn’t swear to it, but I think Tanya* had something to do with it. I went from finding a doll that kinda reached out to me, to have two more who like being dressed and combed. Do you think this has anything to do with as a parent I was a Mother to a very talented young boy, who grew up to be a gem of a son.
I was part of a group of artistic souls who made one of a kind dolls. We scoffed at the ladies who played dress up with the young dolls as shown above. Preferring our out of the box, one of a kind creations. One should never say never, we simply do not know what lies ahead for us. Or how we end up somewhere we had no idea that it was a direction we were going.
The small cloth doll you see, in the middle is one I made when I was sewing and felting,I was trying to combine the fibre for felting with scrap material I had. My own version of a rag doll.
Salmon pasta salad made with fresh vegetables. Red sockeye salmon, tad mayo, and dash of Himalayan salt. Tempting me to go have my dinner.
Happy week-end to everyone, a long week-end to my American friends, and a busy walk/run week-end here in Ottawa, lots of events going on…
Oyashikiri – Blessings !
you can knock all you want
but you can’t come in…
so you found me
you can look but you can’t see
Someone was here before you
you need only look to find the clue
shuttered and closed, I may be
but still I leave you with history
you can see it, just by looking at me
I can be found anywhere
you need only dare
to look beyond the main streets
please believe that I still live and breathe
behind the door, you will see my core
the memory of another time
still lives within the walls behind the door
my floors still wear the marks of what was,
in the many years before, I am waiting
please, don’t stare, come in… and close the door.
Portuguese Water dog, also known as Porti, or PWD,
This is our current Porti, she is now a senior, and as spoiled as ever. Hard to get her eye action, but she is and will always be a charmer. The breeder didn’t name her Canaille without reason, I tried to find her pictures from the days she was winning ribbons, but they elude me.
Thanks for asking to see more of Canaille, she is the apple of my eye.. my one and only… =^_^= .. and of course… I am smitten.
Blessings… Have a wonderful week. Imagine, we are almost through the week. In Canada this will be a long week-end coming up. This is the time when gardeners get serious. Really serious.