So to my Serendipity sewing room I went yesterday to put a thing away. And there I saw so many things that invited me to stay much longer than I should or could.
As I looked around at my this and thats and those other colourful things on the shelves, I imagined all that I will make, when I get the time someday.
I also realized that this was my happy place because it is here that I get to run away for awhile to imagine, create, and play. And of course for a maker kind of girl like me, with a very big imagination, that is for sure, such a very good thing.
Well I finally did it!
Yes I finished writing a short novel kind of story about a little snowman, because snowmen are my favourite kind of people.
This snowman was made on the Gaspe Coast one winter after one of its many snowstorms. In fact they had so much snow that winter on the Coast that Gaspesians were not happy at all. And so they wished for the snow to go away and never come back again.
Last Winter’s Snowman is the story about one little snowman who was afraid to melt, a very tall tree in the forest, and how a little girl called Maggie helped him find his way home again, when it didn’t look like winter would ever come back to the Gaspe Coast.
This is a story for the kid in all of us and I published this little book on Amazon Kindle and you can find it there to read on your computer, tablet or phone. This story will remind us all what it means to love a snowman and of course to me that is a very good thing!
You can find it by clicking the link here...
As I was cleaning up some of the things around my garden yesterday, I noticed that the rose bush in front of the wishing well was still blooming.
I took the time to enjoy this beautiful little October rose for it took me back in time to 40 years ago. I remember that there had been a rose on my rose bush when Daddy died on October 24th, 1981.
And although the tears were many, I remember how that delicate little bloom had given me comfort. For it reminded me that for everything in life, there is a time to live and a time one must go.
But that God gave us the gift of our memories so that we would have forever roses. And that is for sure a very good thing.
I was talking to a woman the other day and she was telling me that she was having a bad day. In fact she said that she was having a bad month and everything seemed to be bringing her down for some unexplainable reason.
She didn’t like the thought of winter coming. And she didn’t want to think about Christmas at all because that meant more work to add to her already busy life.
She went on to tell me about this and that and the many other things that gave her a reason to complain. And then I asked her to take a little break from all of the bad things and to imagine herself going back in time and remembering some of the things that used to make her happy.
Well there were many of course but the one thing that seemed to be one of her happiest memories was that she used to love polka dots as a little girl. She had loved to wear polka dot dresses, and polka dot shoes. Her mother had painted her room full of polka dots and had bought her a red polka dot blanket.
And the most fun she ever had was doing the polka dot dance with her Mom and little sister.
And as she laughed about her fun filled memories, I told her that some times in life we have to go back and find our old polka dot memories because they sure can be a very good thing.
The first little Gaspe Barn Cat of the season found its way to my back door last night.
It was such a dark and rainy night when I heard her little meow. So to the door I went and there looking a whole lot wet and homeless was this cuddly little woolly kitten.
I picked her up and sat her beside the wood stove to warm up. Then I knit her a cozy little green scarf with yarn from my knitting basket. She seemed quite happy to be wearing it and in no time at all, she was fast asleep. As I listened to her purring, I knew that she must be dreaming, for her little tail was curling and twitching.
This little one is now ready to be adopted by someone who will give her a good forever home. Because for a little stray cat, finding a home of one’s own is for sure, a very good thing. .
For more information about how to adopt one of these special little barn cats made from recycled wool sweaters, you can look on my website or send me a message.
A Whale of a Tale
So after lightning a fire in my little wood stove at the end of the day, I made a cup of tea and took out my paint brush.
Not knowing what to paint, I dipped my brush into my old water filled yellow mug and then into my colourful palette of watercolours.
And when these colours touched a page in my journal, voila just like that, I found myself back into that place called the Imaginary Secret Garden.
It was a beautiful sunny day there and as I walked along the Hollyhock Trail, it lead me to what looked like an old abandoned seaside shack on the seashore.
I come to find out that it belonged to the Old Hermit of the Sea who had run away from home years ago so that she could spend her carefree days playing in the sand, watching the waves roll up onto the shore and sailing her little sailboat.
She was never ever lonely, for she had her best friend Willy the Whale to keep her company every day, which was for her a very good thing!
So to my Rugosa rose bush I went yesterday to pick its rose hips. I have let this rose bush grow big and wild so that it produces all of these juicy big red and fruity hips in the fall.
The Rugosa grows the biggest and the sweetest hips and they are what I use with my calendula to make my make my natural face and body moisturizer.
Their rich oils are full of fatty acids, vitamins, nutrients and antioxidants, which are easily and naturally absorbed into the skin to give it a healthy little glow.
I also dehydrate some of them for my winter teas, which of course for me, is such a very good thing! .
Hello October! You’re back already. How can that be?
I know that it is your turn to be on the front page of my calendar, but it is just that I am not ready for you yet!
You see I have been a little too busy to get everything that I wanted done in September and now here you are, whether I am ready for you or not.
But I do hope that you will bring us some warm weather so that we can spend some nice sunny days together. Because October, that would sure be a very good thing!
So to my paint box I did go again after what had been a busy day. And as I sipped my tea, I wondered what should I paint? A this or a that? Or maybe something else?
Not knowing at all where my paint brush would take me, I dipped it into some water and opened my watercolour journal. As soon as the water touched the page, there I was once again back into the colourful world of the Imaginary Secret Garden.
As I walked along a narrow little path where the Hollyhocks grew, I seen a little Runaway Mouse. Up to the top of the hill it scurried as if it had some place to go.
And much to my surprise, once there, it jumped up on an old log right in front of the Lily Lollipop Flower. Now I had never ever seen a flower quite like this one, not here, or there, nor anywhere else.
And as I watched them chit and chat, and giggle and gossip about the birds and the bees, I knew that they were real good friends.
And yes for sure it was a very good thing!
According to some of the old tall tales and folklore here on the Gaspe Coast, it has been said that there are Gnomes that live among us.
Now I know that some people say that there are no such things as Gnomes for they are just made up story book characters. But look what I found in my sewing room yesterday….yes a fine little bunch of Home Gnomes.
And as I knit them each a warm little hat, many stories they did tell me, which I found to be quite entertaining, for Gnomes are really good storytellers.
It has been said that a home without a Gnome is just a home that is missing something. But a home with a Home Gnome is surely a very good thing!