Day 46-
Something I Held In My Hand
I love doughnuts....any doughnut will do. Cake doughnuts and raised doughnuts, and yes, fritters too. I especially enjoy maple glazed doughnuts and they are even more tasty with coconut and nuts on top.
Day 47-
Something Purple
Spring is bursting out all over my yard! There are blooms everywhere. Last summer, Mitch and I, made room for more lawn. We moved some flowers and some plants out of an area by the driveway, leveled the ground, and waited for Spring to plant grass seeds. Last week, out of that dried up bit of dirt, these little purple flowers pushed their way up. They are hardy little things. As soon as the irrigation is turned on, I'll move them to the flower garden, where they can continue to bloom each Spring, along with their flower buddies.
Day 48-
Inspiring
When I was a girl, my paternal grandmother, Dorothy, taught me to do needle crafts; with the exception of needlepoint. I remember how patient she was with me. I remember feeling so proud when she would compliment me on my work. I used to embroider pillowcases and tea towels, giving them to her as Christmas gifts. I remember that my grandmother was always so excited to open one of my gifts. One time she told me that she had taken one of my gifts to work, to show it off to her fellow employees.
When Grandma Dorothy passed on, my Auntie gave me a few pieces of her needlework.
When my grandfather was ill, and in the hospital, my grandmother began this cross stitched sampler. My Aunt remembers her working on it. I love that the needle that she was using, was still woven into the fabric. I have never finished it, and I won't; the needle is still in the fabric.
When my grandmother became unable to live alone, she moved into an assisted living facility. When my family and I would visit with her, she would sit and work on some piece of needlework while we talked. All around her living room were framed needlework, cross stitched, and embroidered works of art. Sitting on the sofa were beautiful needlepoint pillows, I loved the ones with birds and flowers the best. When Grandma Dorothy went home, my Auntie gave to me another unfinished project, a needlepoint pillow cover. Auntie told me that Grandmother had been working on it, while in the hospital. When she went into the final coma, they found it laying by her bedside. It too, had the needle woven into the fabric, with the yarn still through the needle's eye. I don't have a photo of this one, it is stored in the garage, along with my baby book and other pieces of my past.
The second photo is of a piece that I stitched many years ago. It is a testament to my teacher, my grandma, Dorothy. I still enjoy the needle arts, but I could never master needlepoint. I bought books and I asked a friend, but I never mastered the technique. I've tried over the years to finish the piece that she was working on, but I was never been able to make the stitches look like hers. I'd rip them out and place the piece back into the closet, trying again another day. If heaven is all that I hope it be, I will learn needlepoint.......I will sit next to my grandma Dorothy, and she will, once again, patiently teach me. We will talk and laugh while we work, happy to be sharing all of the joys of heaven......so blessed to be with one another again.
