White Horses

I had this needlepoint for years, not done. I brought it back from Montreal with other ones.When Heather got her horses,I decided to do it for her birthday one year.Instead to use wool I use floss,it turned out very well.I had never use floss for a needlepoint as wool had to be used ,when I learned needlepoint while in Scotland.Today it is different,you can do whatever you want.

Fairies and mushrooms

This picture was done by Heather about twenty years ago.She used to do a lot of drawings in black pencils.One day she decided to try a watercolor one ,and as she likes 'fairies'that was what she done.She did not follow up with watercolor,but continued to used black pencils.A few years ago,she decided to work with color pencils and she still does.When I was talking to her today I mention that I was going to put that painting of hers on my blog,and she said she might try watercolor again,as it does take a lot of time with color pencils. I am sorry the picture is crooked and I will try to take another one.I am learning to use a digital camera,and I guess I mut have moved somehow.

Hardanger piece.

Theresa sent me this hardanger for my birthday.When I was there last May she had started to work on it.I thought it might be for one of the girl.It was a very nice surprise for me.While there Theresa thought me how to work hardanger.I guess it did not take me too long to learn.She made me do all the stitches.The one on top is the one I started while there and I finished when I got back.I also done the blue square one.I done a couple small one to hang up on door handle.

taking a walk

Walking along this road
has been a favorite for me.
Walking away my troubles
it seems to set my spirit free.

The lush foliage of the trees
that overgrow their right of way
like rich tapestry in beauty.


From the gentle breeze sway
spanning protective walls of
leaves in all hues of forest green.
in this beautiful natural scene.

The gentle curves and dips
of this soft road
add to the majesty and depics
of the imagery bestowed.


Every corner brings new awe,
every dip a heightened view
with the beauty of all elements.

A collage does nature glue.
Wild flowers line the edge
lending a heady scent.
Glistening with the morning dew
like diamond dust they gleam.

The twittering of a songbird
delight one and all.
Awakening a symphony of music
from others, trilling answer to its call.

A raucous fit of scolding
from a squirrel hiding upon a limb
angrily protecting his stash of nuts
his cache filled to the brim.

The pine fresh scent of the evergreen
opens my nostrills wide.
It scent is carried aloft in gentle whiffs
on the morning breezy tide.

My feet perform a happy dance
as I meander up this dusty trail.

Breezes through hollow boughs
make sounds much like a flute
the serene music that it plays.

This road I will always stray
when I am around this way.

Needlepoint

This is a needlepoint that Heather gave me few years ago.when she went to Scotland for a visit.I done the work on it but never finished it as I did not know if I wanted to do a picture or a cushion.I opted for the cushion and now it is finish.

Nature is the color of trees
Sound of birds
Cry of the loons.


Sound is hearing
what you see.


If one thoughts are
forever on the past
and future
One is missing today.


It is said
the wind
scatter prayers
around the world.

Birds,Birds,Birds

I belong to a Writer's Guild. At one meeting we were asked to write a poem using the same word three times, hence my poem titled "Birds,Birds,Birds".

I wanted to explain why I use ,the words "birds" three time.It was not a mistake on my part.

We meet once a month on a Wednesday.We are a small group, and we certainly learned how different every member writes an assignment given for the following month meeting.

Every member has to give an assignment. We choose the month we want to do this for. My turn this year is February.

Birds, Birds, Birds
by Laurette Stewart

One morning
looking out
birds,birds,birds
where everywhere.

On the trees in my yard
in the trees in the neighbor's yard
birds,birds,birds.

They flew around
back and forth
up to the tree top
down to the ground
birds,birds,birds

While the snow was falling
enveloping the trees
with white blankets
they were still there
birds,birds,birds

For a little while longer
still flying all around,
suddenly,they were all gone.
birds,birds,birds.