Little Doves Teddy Bear Coat

I am on the home stretch of Doves coat.

I began on December first with an idea.

The body is a knit on the reverse.
I liked the color muted by the shading in the threads.
All seams are set with a seam binding to give it good body, and to prevent the knit from stretching.
By the fifth I had created this.
Fully professionally lined with a woven plaid and a satin solid blue sleeve lining.

I pleated the felted wool center back for freedom of movement.
Almost all this fabric had been given to me over time.
I had purchased a vest of the red felted wool and never used it.
The brown fur was scrap from a teddy bear I had made for her before.
The little bear toggles were a clearance rack purchased many years ago,
maybe 50 cents.

Beloved suggested the pockets on this cut. I liked the angle but the suggestion of the cut was perfect.

I simply(well perhaps not so simply) used a cardigan pattern,
and designed what I saw in my mind.
She saw me sewing on it tonight, and so I decided that she be better warm.
I was thinking of giving it to her for Christmas, but she needs a warm coat now.

I gave it to her tonight.
She loved it!
ya!
I have a little more to do on it.
I had an idea of the brown fur on the lower felted wool.
I had just enough by 4 inches :)
There was only about 4 inches of the beading left as well.
That was the most I had invested in the supplies.
The pattern I got at a garage sale .25 cents.
beads 5.oo on a sale (I got them over a year ago )
fabric mostly free
lining .50 at Wal-Mart clearance
seam binding .20 cents at the same garage sale.
.50 cent for the bears.
and another 1.00 of thread.
broke one needle got those wholesale say .20cents
just over $8.00 for a coat that is a one of a kind!

The happy kid...Priceless~

MERRY CHRISTMAS day 12 of advent

Every Morning my young ones take turns as they open the new day on the calendar.
In each box is two ornaments. They each have their favorites.
Dash opened it up today.

He loves his hat and has had it on almost every moment from the time I took it out of the attic.

He is so CUTE!

Mercy! just tugs at the heart CUTE!
That's my boy.
He was so sweet this morning.
Lots of "Please" " Mom I am hungry ,Please will you make me some eggs.
Lots of thoughtful actions all morning as well.
The kids are both at school.
I went back and slept for a 1/2 hour.
It is a bit of a day of rest for me.
I have a huge mug of sweet coffee and am rested.

Daddy Man went to the Doctor last night and is also fighting off the virus.
He is such a sweetie, he wanted to do the dishes up for me, but he needed to rest .
I insisted that he not and thanked him for the kind offer.

My chickens gifted us with another 4 eggs so far today.
That keeps me one day ahead of Dash and his beloved egg breakfast.
It is a wonderful thing growing your own food.
It really makes me stop and appreciate the effort of each bite.
You know I think we all ought to experience it.
It really is a humbling experience to do so.
My chickens lay small eggs, half size.
The gift of them is a very sobering thing.
The kids have even begun to say thank you to the birds as well.
They hear me saying it every day.

See that roof, the air, water and warmth remember to say thank you today.
The trials get my focus es cue and then I so easily forget.
When fear enters into the place where gratitude gets pushed out by it.
I am going to thoughtfully shove back.
Push out all those things that effort to displace the truth of who I am.
A woman of gratitude.
I have been doing some research on the difficulties I have been having with memory and confusion.
I was so discouraged that I offered God a suggestion on how to take care of the risk to the children of having me for a mom. The possible challenges that beloved may have ahead of him.
I heard Him say very clearly to me...
"Let me be God"...
I need to trust him and follow the process, and see HIM be GOD for me in all things.
My focus has been so diverted in fear of my future.
What my future would do to my family.

Perhaps the things that He.........

We interrupt this introspection to make an announcement.

"The Girls" (hens) were raising up a big ruckus.
They are just outside my widow.
Then I turned in my chair to see what was the matter.
I was watching them, and a few were heading up the ladder.
Then I saw it!
A HUGE hawk landed on the coop!
I had my camera, but she saw me shift in my chair he flew off!
WOW that was cool!
The hawk was just on the other side of the glass not 8 feet from me!
She was beautiful! Maybe stood 18 inches tall, she looked right at me in the eye.
Perfect time for an interruption of introspection.
The girls are all upstairs now.
NOW I know why they get all up in a ruckus, as this occurs every morning.
God is God and I am not.
I do not need to look to the future there is enough trouble for today.

It's Called Christmas!

This is awesome

my afternoon

No more Thursday thirteen, It went down hill.

After our morning posts, Dove found pleasure in painting while....

I did my art. I showed her my morning schedule.
This project is finished now , but I can not show you it yet...Ho Ho HO

Once it was warm enough we headed outside. After cleaning the coop the compost bin was full to overflowing.

She gleefully played in the clean pine shavings while I worked and, cleared the soil, fork turned it and then tipped over the compost to amend it.

I gave her an earth worm I dug up in my labor.
She was delighted with it.
It was a bit frustrating to be doing the hard labor with my sweet kid calling me to "come see" every few moments.
I had to get this task done.
I must get the food crop planted in a timely manner.

That black bag is news print for the compost, I do not like using it however. It does not break down very fast.

using a shovel all of the good earth was dug from the bottom and then the bin was pushed back into place and tamped down a bit. Not full any longer.

Well my compost may not have turned out just perfect , but for a first timer it is pretty good. There is so much yet to learn. There will always be so much to learn.

Hello! found another little fellow. Bless God this one is unharmed.
Perhaps it is another of the scarab mothes?

Soil cleared , turned, and amended with home made compost.
The cantaloupe vines are now in the compost.
The beans and peas will be picked after while.

The straw is all piled to the one side until I see where it will be need.
Look at that rich earth i created!
I did it!
Now that was a lot of work to get it going over the last few months, but now nature has taken over.

Cantaloupe harvest , as it is. Very small. One was found ripe so the chickens enjoyed it. I assumed so small no value to us. These will be saved until we are all together and cut them open then.
At this point Dove got out of the coop we brushed her off, and the garden gate locked behind me.

This is where the pitch fork entered my shoe!
It missed my toes!
I am not sure how?
This pencil is touching my toe dead center.
"Angels watching over me!"

We are both showered, and have had a late lunch of Tuna and crackers.
Dove is enjoying the first t. v. time of the day, a movie.
Dash is due home in 15 minutes.
This post is finished just in time.

Bears "tubbie rubbie" by Dove

Bear said " I need a bath so bad. I smell like a skunk".

"I got yuk on my face.

I got yuck on my legs...

So my baby sitter decided to clean me up, for my Mam and Dad.

So she scrubbed and scrubbed and finally , I was clean"!

Thankful Thursday *praise*

Dove and I together are doing a thankful list.

Dove said that she thankful for ...

food
water
and, the time we spend together with our families.
It is nice to praise because it makes God feel happy that we believe in him.

from the mouths of babes...
I am thankful for the health retuning to my children.
Spending the morning with my daughter and son with no television.
Listening to them talk about Dash's day at school yesterday.
I love being able to stand outside just across the street until his little feet are on the school bus.
Having the freedom to be here ever present, watchful over the children.
Like how God is ever watchful over us.
I get to give them that example.
One day I know it will be an annoyance just like when we know God is watching over us when we wish we could get away with our wrong doing.
That security of knowing we are safe in not being able to get away with anything.
I love that Dove wants to be with me.
Dove said she likes that too.
Joy!
That she is excited about the sick day with mom.
I praise god for the fulfillment of His promises toward me in giving me a daughter after 16 years of empty arms.
A son at 20 years of waiting.
He knows HIS timing is perfect!
I am so very grateful that he is trustworthy.

Clerification!

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This is not me!

Oh no! how many times has this happened?

I have had an interruption of my blogdome.

This is me...

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Oh how many comments must have been given this bad url...
I am so upset!

Post script...
On tuesday I had a dream as I awoke...
that I was being pulled up from mud, My dream was about a big gathering "like" of my husbands former employment. We had to gather a list of items and bring them to the center where it was to be held. I was all muddy form falling into a big quick sand type thing and getting pulled out. Then I was showered at the place and was trying to fit into a swim suit. and I was late....Well now wonder I am overcoming this morning it wore me out just remembering it.

That other blog post that was not mine had something about getting muddy and spring break.

Word filled Wedesday

With the holiday meal preparations coming how many of us could even honestly think of opening our banquet to those souls who are poor? The crippled and lame among us are often shut out of sight in nursing homes. How many many years I have longed to do this. The comfort of my other guest have always come first however. Are you all like me? Wishing longing to be able to bless those unlovely who are kept from being among us.

Blindness can be defined in so many ways...perhaps he was speaking of physical blindness here, but in so many places we are told that there are non so blind as those who will not see.
As a child I was so very poor.
Not only of material or money but also of spirit.

Recently I saw a clip of a movie where a horse was hobbled. That is when the legs are tied together as to keep it from walking free.
I think of the spirit of many who are kept hobbled by the Pharisees among us.
He came but to loosen every bond,
to set those captives free and give sight to the blind.

I love to give a big banquet.
To have my home filled so, with those my heart beats in compassion toward.
All of those whom he so desperately loves.

This year my christmas will be simple my guest will be few.
We are all however poor, blind and hobbled to one extent or another.

May I serve up freedom,
may my table be a light
and freedom be my feast to those who are bound up.
Would that I celibrate the freedom, the light the wealth that is mine.

motherhood rocks and sick children keep ya on a roll

An old friend sent me this beautiful vidio you will have to click your back button twice to return here. This is an advertisement, however the woman who sent it is a woman of honor.

My Day has been with Dove , holding her, spoon feeding her and generally just pouring out all the love and tenderness I can muster (given this is the 5th day with a migraine. ) I think the stress is challenging. So I took her in today and she is now on anti-biotic, doctor thinks that her chest is clear and the whole thing seams to be put on a little thick. Oh my goodness! I love my kids and I give them a lot of attention. It must be a stressful time for them somehow because they have a bottomless cup. So she is viral and probably a sinus perhaps a mild flu. The cough is put on thick, we think? Unless perhaps the sensory issues cause it to bother her more than most. I think that could be...
Anyhow she is looking forward to one more day alone with me. (24 hours on meds. window)
She had an invitation to join a friend on Friday. It gave her something to look forward to.

Dash made homemade Christmas cards for the neighbors at ^ am this morning. He left for school without a hitch. Ready to be responsible for his foundation.
Dash had a good day at school and ran to embrace me when he got off the bus. What a warm greeting!
Wow the days are flying past! Very little time left to sew without them home. It is what it is...and will be what ever HE has for us. It will all be to our good.

Simple wisdom

Mid Day waxed old and long for me today.
Dove slept in her bed mid day as Dash read and played quietly.
I just had to turn off that noise box (t.v.).
Dash had played me, and I was angry and frustrated.

I also received a call from his teacher who had received the information on Ushers Syndrome from the school psychologist.
I tell ya... I really am finding it, that I have to respect her, because of the office she holds, but I do not like this woman personally.
I spoke at length with the psychologist yesterday at length about both kids.
It is December and this is the first I have had a talk with her.
I assumed she was following my kids.
NOTE TO SELF...do not assume anyone in the intervention circle is really doing what they say they are doing...Never just believe them and let go to catch your breath.
Parents of special needs kids ware 2 hats.
Advocate: We are supposed to learn everything there is to know about our child's disorder and teach everyone who went to university what they should of learned...because few if any will remember what they learned there.
Mother: Contain your emotions at all costs because they will be used against you to judge you rather than for them to be accountable for their own ignorance and lack of empathy .
YES empathy.
You see... your judged as wanting Sympathy and disregarded ! Oh ARG!
Can you tell I'm a bit peeved about Dash's teacher...
So she begins the call,as I answer with...
It doesn't sound like your doing to well...
"it is a challenging morning I have two kids sick,, well one (her student ) that I can't really tell if he is playing me. I feel a bit frustrated about it. "
to her reply..."it can be frustrating... all the kids are getting tired of classes."
She continues to tell me that she read the paper work she received on Ushers and (very defensively) there really isn't anything I see here that I am supposed to do to help him out, or watch out for or anything"
My stress builds...
I start to say... I asked the phycholagist to give you what she pulls up to inform you so that I did not have to again do the research and face the images of those words, deafness/ blindness by adolescence. So why cant she pull it up on her own computer and research it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh no...
I held my tongue and simply said; I am not sure what form you are reading .
To that she was startled that it did not come from me. I then told her that it is hard for me, and that I asked her (the phych) to pass on the information she gets to spar me the weight on my "MOTHER hat".
Again she repeats her defensive stance.
I asked her do you have children? She responded affirmatively; then perhaps you could understand how hard that might just be.
Then she says that it was Ushers 3 that she thought I was talking about ...no ushers 2...(in thought)dip weed if you read the article like you said then you would understand that! Holding my tongue I respond , No it is Usher 2.
Oh mercy!
I get off the Phone with her .Almost in tears of compassion toward my son ...he enters the room...Admits to playing me because he really hates school. The teacher last year was awesome! Well, I suppose it evened out:) Ha
(I'm trying for humor girls)

Feeling alone I reached out to my friend Michele.
She had two comments in passing as I poured out my heart that stilled the frustration of my aching mind (as in 4th day of a continuous migraine)...she said..."maybe it is alright that Dash played me because perhaps he really needed a break...and Kids are resilient and perhaps he will just need to walk through a hard year."
Dash approached me after the wisdom of a friend.
I spoke with him about those two things and told him .
He will have difficulties to face.
This is a part of his foundation.
This is an important year of studies, a time of building his foundations.
He gets it.
Apologizes and admits his error. I explained that it is hard as a parent to do everything right. I made a mistake to let him manipulate me. I told him that I did not want him to do this to me again, (early morning Mommy is not in full function) being a trickster.
Dove is coughing a lot but seams to be leveling off and has stopped going down hill..
Man I feel so lathargiec today. I must be fighting it off too.

Tackle It Tuesday

Good Morning!

Got Mr U. his lunch and after a refreshing shower of kisses He was off to work.
He took time to help me remove some comments from an annoying "john " trying to sell a product. Some computer generated demon.

Tackling my day with a fresh attitude and peaceful mind. I was so sleepy this morning. I was deeply in a strange dream. It was very hard to awaken. Dove is still ill and I am a little concerned that it might be my turn. :( Maybe not it could just be a little allergy. Dash is awaiting me...I'll finish later.
an hour so goes by...
Both kids home sick, although I am still wondering if Dash played me.
I did not hear his cry (I'm sick) last week because of crying wolf so much.
Wow when they do that, and then you really miss the wolf,it can be very frustrating.
The dogs and chickens have been fed.
Dove is coughing a lot.
I just gave her a cup of hot cereal to ease her throat. She fought me on it. She would rather just eat cough drops. I am wherry of it all because I am sleepy and I think I might just be fighting it off.
I have sewing to do yet...
pause...
Had to let the dog out...
I am eating the hot cereal ...sorta don't blame Dove it is not so good. :) She finished it so should I. :)

My tackle is to let everything go.
Sewing Christmas...cleaning house...expectations of the garden...cleaning the chicken coop...and mostly not being annoyed by the pressure of the list above my head...
That list will always be there.
These children will not, they will grow.
Have families of their own.
They will remember days like today in what ever way I present them.
My big tackle is face my own selfish will.
My own agenda, desires and expectations.
I must let them all go and move into the day with a graceful servitude that will empower them someday to follow my own example.

The Quiet Hour

Good Evening.
The cool evening called for the tea pot to come out of hiding.
I found some slippery elm powder in the pantry.
I made Dove a tincture of it with honey and spoon fed her. I have a silent daughter ...the coughing has stopped and she is now asleep.
Glory! It was just what she needed.
Remember my Little Dove please in your thoughts and prayers.
The last jar of the honey from my mountain trip is now opened.
It has kept now some 3 years. This is a fine natural mesquite honey from the high country of Arizona.
I am sipping a nice pot of peppermint with honey.
I'll have to make a tea cosie my pot is getting cold rapidly.
I was hoping to sip my tea and keep my hands warm, but alas I must drink it before it turns cold. Another desert evening. The sun goes down and we drop a good 40 degrees in a flash, often less than an hour.
Please pray for MILove,
she had her stitches out of her forehead and chin today and her blood pressure was spiked. She was taken right in to the doctor at the count of it. He assisted her kindly as did the hospital where she had her stitches out. She is remarably well given the gaurd that was placed over her. It really could have been a very very deadly impact. She is well, and recovering. Thank you for your continued prayers for her. Her eyes are both blackened and the color is coming down her cheeks now.

** LIFE IN THE 1500'S ***

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:


Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water..

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying It's raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat..

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock a person out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ...dead ringer..

And that's the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !

Educate someone. Share these facts with a friend.

Weekend review

Number of zeros	U.S. & scientific community	Other countries
3	thousand	thousand
6	million	million
9	billion	1000 million (1 milliard)
12	trillion	billion
15	quadrillion	1000 billion
18	quintillion	trillion
21	sextillion	1000 trillion
24	septillion	quadrillion
27	octillion	1000 quadrillion
30	nonillion	quintillion
33	decillion	1000 quintillion
36	undecillion	sextillion
39	duodecillion	1000 sextillion
42	tredecillion	septillion
45	quattuordecillion	1000 septillion
48	quindecillion	octillion
51	sexdecillion	1000 octillion
54	septendecillion	nonillion
57	octodecillion	1000 nonillion
60	novemdecillion	decillion
63	vigintillion	1000 decillion
66 - 120		undecillion - vigintillion
303	centillion
600		centillion

I knew that you too....would want a 6 a.m. Math lesson. Then of course it was off to forms, cube cylinder, rectangular prism (a loaf of bread and the Kleenex box). Of course you all must understand that the Christmas tree is a cone (if all the little poky things were smooth).

FYI

Life with an intelligent child begins at the crack of dawn around here.

"If its flat its flat and you call it a shape like square...see "he said... as he drew the outline of a die.

Good Morning!

So both kids are home sick and the day is on it's way. With a home day planned around here It is just as well the rest. We have a virus that passed from Dash to Dove. Upper respiratory.

Dash is hiding he said the flash hurts his eyes. I always think about the eighth nerve thing. I wonder if that is why the flash hurts him.

We had a very busy weekend.

On Saturday...

I awoke to the reality that Dash was still not doing well.

We had to call in for a new inhalator for I had realized the day before that the vial was outdated.

I needed to mail order the medications and was very mad at myself that I had not completed it. So Mr U. had me call in a Rx that he wanted to go pick up so he could shop around on the prices. We normally use a Walgreen drug store ,but we have found that they are price gouging . So he did not want to just call it in to a drug store. He wanted to go get the hard copy as to call around and shop for it. By the time we pulled up to the pediatrician we decided to see if we could get Dash a walk in appointment. We were within 5 minutes of them closing the doors . We got him in under the wire! The Doctor is wonderful! We were given a inhalator until this one gets filled. It is small and will be good for in my purse for him. He also gave us a very expensive portable device to take the place of the controller that we give him at night through the breathing machine.

Giving Dash the steroid through the breathing machine is a much safer way to control his asthma and keep his growth normal.
The Doctor said Dash was recovering from a virus and that he was alright as long as we had the inhalator with us.

The family stopped by our old neighborhood and played a little ball together.

Just long enough to quench the enthusiasm for life that was leaving us all a little thirst. We did not want to over do it. When hunger hit, we all left for home.

My son LOVES! to climb fences.

Dove asked for a picture here.

Too Cute!

It has become our way to eat all our meals at home or through our own hands. This not only saves a lot of money it also provides us with a healthier lifestyle. I was telling my Beloved. that we need to get a ice chest of pick nick basket down to have at a moments notice for the holiday time. He is off work for many days. From the 19 th to the 3 of January (paid thankfully) . It was mandatory that he take time off or loose the vacation time. That is how seldom we take holiday. It will be a time of family adventures close to home. We need to have snacks with us and easily lunch meals so we are not enticed into the fast food places to squander our monies.

Saturday my Mr and I attack the garage with a fervor. I just could not stand it any more. I now have the truck full of empty boxes and the corner there with three big boxes of donations. We can walk through the garage (at least this side of it ) with ease.
I felt so much better.
Mr U. hung the light while I tackled the last of this.

He found all new lights we had purchased last year and had forgotten. We had a type of cascading lights that were a big problem for him to hang. Now we have the single bulb type. Not as fancy, but he did not seam to mind hanging them so much.
the are pretty.My "Father Christmas" is up.

He is a detailed soft sculpture.

Dash with his Willy dog.
We caught up the Advent calendar. Seven days to open at once.

"A week behind er was I"
The Kitchen decor is out.
Of course we had our battles over the weekend.

Not the least of which was a "two day long migraine" .

I do hope that today will not be the third.

On Sunday

We visited MILove and FILove last night briefly. Just before we arrived it occurred to me that we could not go. We were almost to the driveway and I told Mr U> Noway can we expose her to the possibility of a virus. She too has asthma. No way!

So after a brief visit, where she gave me three more beautiful knit clothes, we left.

On the way home a stop by a nursery where once a man taught me many things. This is Baker nursery in Phoenix. Old man Baker was a generous soul who loved to share his knowledge. He still lives in the house on the 10 acre lot. It was a cool cloudy day here yesterday. We stopped so I could get the seeds to plant in the garden. It was so nice to be able to get heirloom seeds. It is a very hard thing to find here. I knew that he would carry them. Daddy Man and the young ones walked on when I was in the shop getting the seeds. I later found them on a wonderful adventure. They had discovered Old Man backers "TREE HOUSE"!

Oh what fun! They also discovered a tamerisk forest that was inaccessible. I joined them and we had a grand day out. There was a cat intent to catch a rabbit. At the end of our time (gum balls from a quarter machine) we were almost going into the car. Dash had spoken several times of wishing for a ride in the cart that drove the grounds. So...The young lady who had sold me the seeds was pulling up on one and I asked her if....and yes indeed Dash had the desire of his heart met. We all boarded the gulf cart and she gave us a tour (the long was) of the grounds. It was so fun sitting on the back with a child in each arm holding onto them for dear life.

These are not "Burpy" or any other big brand. These are organic heirloom varieties! The packaging is So beautiful to me. The price was not different for the most part. I must get to the garden soon.

The sewing room/studio is kept very busy these days.

We went out to the neighborhood light display and walked around "Bethlehem".

Daddy Man and I were so touched when Dash stopped to read "Luke Passage" form the display.

That child wants a Bible for Christmas...Yes me too. I welled up..." not just a little kids bible mom...I want a real on like yours and Dads." he said.

With birthdays, and Christmas coming quickly I thought a little pin cushion is in order.

A simple whip stitch add 7 beads is the pattern. Antique buttons are used to the center to transform the velvet back in time.

I love making these ,but the do take a lit of time.

I began it last night so I can get it off in the mail soon.

I may have to testify tomorrow for the trial of that DUI case where I put that car into drive and shut it off after finding the driver passed out at the wheel.

My daughter has a nasty cough I better go try to medicate her. The sweet little soul.

Please say a prayer for my babies.

MILove was improving steadily. She was pretty hurt but it was a miracle that it was not much much worse.