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Friday, June 15, 2012

Our S T I T C H Group went to Anderson Is to dye










We met in Gig Harbor to car pool to the Anderson Island ferry as we waited for the ferry we could see two Orcas doing maneuvers it was so exciting watching them dive and turn they were too far out to take pictures, but what a thrill.  The ferry ride was great and a easy ride to Andrea's house, she lives right on the water facing McNeil, what a view.  We had a slight drizzle but not enough to delay the set up on the deck.  We needed twelve buckets set up tables and start the lesson. Even thou we were out side we needed masks for protection, mix stir then do it again it took approx one hour and  half for each color, we chose green to blue and red  to orange.  The pot luck was spread out and laughter and conversations ensue.  Time flew by and it was time to take the fabric out and wow what beautiful colors.  Time to race to the 5:40 ferry home.  A rainbow shows the way home. Thank you Andrea we had a wonderful day.

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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

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston