In between raindrops and wind gusts last week we took a drive to South Surrey to deliver a Christmas remembrance for my parents. December marks Mom's birthday, Christmas of course and their anniversary. The Christmas greens basket is simple (we've been warned by staff that anything too nice disappears).
The cemetery is expanding so we couldn't park anywhere close due to equipment and vehicles in the way. As it was DH had trouble getting through the walkway to deliver the basket. I waited in the car taking in the vista of old trees and watched an eagle swoop down and around before flying back to a grove of tall trees.
Sunday lunches with Vanessa and our grandsons are always fun. This past Sunday Vanessa pulled out a project bag and proceeded to crochet. It warmed my heart to see that she has kept up with some sort of hand work, something passed along from one generation to another. My Mom didn't get much opportunity for handwork. She did some embroidery as did my grandmother. Simple traditions.
An added bonus was the bag was one I'd made for her, so nice to see it being used and likewise a knitted purse also in use. In that moment as tempted as I was to reach for my camera, I didn't. Instead I just sat and watched. Simple pleasures to warm the heart, mine at least.
The view to the south often looks like this. The tree branches serve as a watchtower for the hummers.
Earlier this morning to the south east this view and then it was gone as we're now back to rain and wind.
On rainy days it's easy to spot a hummer perched in the trunk of the lilac tree.
This morning's finish, Santa's Helper by Mosey n me. There is something about sheep.
till next time....
The cemetery is expanding so we couldn't park anywhere close due to equipment and vehicles in the way. As it was DH had trouble getting through the walkway to deliver the basket. I waited in the car taking in the vista of old trees and watched an eagle swoop down and around before flying back to a grove of tall trees.
Sunday lunches with Vanessa and our grandsons are always fun. This past Sunday Vanessa pulled out a project bag and proceeded to crochet. It warmed my heart to see that she has kept up with some sort of hand work, something passed along from one generation to another. My Mom didn't get much opportunity for handwork. She did some embroidery as did my grandmother. Simple traditions.
An added bonus was the bag was one I'd made for her, so nice to see it being used and likewise a knitted purse also in use. In that moment as tempted as I was to reach for my camera, I didn't. Instead I just sat and watched. Simple pleasures to warm the heart, mine at least.
The view to the south often looks like this. The tree branches serve as a watchtower for the hummers.
Earlier this morning to the south east this view and then it was gone as we're now back to rain and wind.
On rainy days it's easy to spot a hummer perched in the trunk of the lilac tree.
This morning's finish, Santa's Helper by Mosey n me. There is something about sheep.
till next time....

















































