Our art group STITCH traveled to Whidbey Island for a art retreat, actually it was a rest and sew four days of great food and fellowship with a artful bunch of gals.
We had a wonderful time Ann R opened her beautiful island home, what a lovely spot right on the water at Strawberry Point, the weather was damp at times but the sun came out just in time for long walks on the beach and the moon on the water, wow a visual delight.
I forgot the cords to my machine but Barbara's interfaced with mine so when she was napping or sleeping I sewed like crazy, actually I did get four totes and two bowls finished, and I was able to worked on my baby quilt by hand all in all I was very productive to my satisfaction anyway.
The first picture is of Edward the great American eagle, he was sitting so close right outside the window; I finally got camera out and almost focused and whoosh he was off to get a fish anyway I did get his wings and it was a thrill he is a regular at Ann's he has a perch just off the deck; the neighbors put up a fancy perch for him but he only comes to Ann's what a lucky gal. Anyway the beds were down comforts and everything was Five Star at Anna's we had a lovely time. Thank You Ann when can we come again?
The wild roes were so fragrant
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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