We actually had some sun this morning just a teaser, not enough to warm the little seeds that are sitting frozen in the ground waiting to burst forth. I suspect they will mildew before they germinate. I keep going out and watching for them to break ground but alas no seedlings it has been over twelve days and according to directions they should be up by now. I would love to be a gardener, but the pain is too much for me so I have resigned to pot gardening which can be very satisfying when the sun shines but this year is a worry. Our trees are blooming and I found only one bumble bee and a couple of flies not very good for pollination where have all the bees gone? I feel like getting some Que-tips and going out and trying to be mother nature, somewhere in my oh so shaky memory I heard something about doing just that, whether it is a old wives tale or not I am willing to try if there is a chance it will work, of course only the low flowers will get any attention, I am really quite short.
I have been working a lot in the sewing room, not feeling great these days and staying in seems to be the agenda of choice. I have finished one top, and I'm working on another, plus a wall hanging so I am trying to keep busy, I have finished my Clementine doll, (The Hancock Challenge)Jerry made her Herring box shoes and she looks pretty good, hopeefully she will travel well, she seems a little large but she is under the 20' required so she should be accepted. Hopefully she will be honored to tour I do not expect a ribbon but it would be nice to have her travel so others can see her. Well enough for today.
I hope you are all well. Please make a comment when you visit my blog it is so much fun reading them Be Happy
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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