Roberts. We had a five star retreat, the venue was open airy and bright with a spectacular view of Strawberry Point, the beds were downy and oh so comfortable and the pool of food, well, gourmet is the only description.
Ann is a great hostess everything was wonderful, we were even productive. I however had a slight setback I forgot my sewing machine cords, but thanks to Barbara I was able to sew when she was napping or after she went to bed.
Wonderful projects were finished and we will be showing them next October at the Gig Harbor Library, our group will be showing our stuff in conjugation with the Gig Harbor Quilters Guild's show and the Breast Cancer's October drive. October is quilt month in Gig Harbor.
Good food, long walks and friendship ruled what a way to live. THANK YOU ANN IT WAS GREAT
JANET
LOIS MY NAVIGATOR 
BARBARA & ANDREA
EDWARDS TREE RIGHT NEXT TO THE HOUSE
ANDREA
ROUGH SEWING
ONE OF THE WORK TABLESEDWARD DID NOT WANT HIS PICTURE TAKEN, HE WAS SOOOO CLOSE,
I ALMOST MISSED HIMJust a little write;
I call them Soul Sisters, they are the stabilizers and they bring us back into balance when our isolation, hormones or life knock us off kilter. We women internalize and without a vent for our emotional storms we can become needy; a woman understands and will give survival skills and insights that a man cannot. True a good man, if you have one is a blessing beyond belief but a Soul Sister understands what being a woman is like, they are a trusted ear. A quiet talk with a friend, sister, mother will refresh ones soul and strengthen one’s reserve to keep going. The loneliest time in my life was when my Mother passed and I did not have a Soul Sister. So ladies lend an ear.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again