Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Farm Cat

Todays card is from the Joanna Sheen cdrom Nostalgia which features the art work of Kevin Walsh. This cdrom is a double cd and the second disc in the set has a christmas theme. A lot of traditional images which I like to use year after year. I may use the same image year after year but the card will never be the same. It will always depend on my choice of backing paper and what decorations I decide to use. For this card I have used a silver coloured poinsettia with a flourish that has snowflakes and pearls. I of course love this image of a black cat. To me it looks the most like pandora who id prettys cat..who is also the sister of Rave, Milky and Tankie. And this is the actual card that pretty has bought for his parents. It's safe to share it as neither of his parents read my I'm not spoiling the As you can tell I've also glittered the image. All the snow in the farmyard was calling to be glittered.

What on earth is going on the weather. I feel so much for the people in the scottish isles who have seen 50foot high waves and have lost their power. I'm amazed that we kept our power here last night. The wind continued to rage and all the cats thought that home was the best place to be. And as it's still raining and seems to be moving. Of course that means I'm being pestered by little furry bodies wanting to sit on the computer as I'm It's  the same when I reading a book or magazine..they always want to be between you and the book. And the trouble that I have trying to read a book when I'm in just wouldn't believe. Many a morning I've woken up to a stiff neck.

Honestly somedays I wonder what my life would be like without my cats.Don't get me wrong, I would never be without them but I do sometimes wonder what a normal life would be I was just on my way to the bathroom and there were 5 of them demanding food. Now they have had more than enough to last them until supper but if you had seen them you would have thought that they hadn't been fed for a fortnight. I tried ignoring them but they then came into bathroom with me and all tried to get on my knee. And I thought to myself whenever will I get a bit of peace. They nag me in a morning and it continues all But it comes to something when you can't even go to the loo. I'm safe behind the computer for a few minutes..Sprout is on the couch, Reg, Jeff and Tank are in the basket and Rave is on my knee. Everyone else is downstairs on the wheelchair. Oh for the quiet

So it won't be long until I go down to start dinner. Tonight I'm going to make fried chicken, mashed potatoes and chicken gravy. Not gravy like water but gravy like they make in KFC. It's something we don't have because it's probably an 60 mile round trip to the nearest..if not more. So I'm going to make my own. And I think I'll do sweetcorn as well. I don't know what is going on lately with gravy. Is it a north south thing. I have always had a thick gravy not coloured water. I see so many cooking programmes and they say gravy and it's nothing but water. What do you like? I've made myself hungry I'd better go and do something about

But first as always, I think a cup of coffee is called for. That little hit of caffeine will ensure that I get downstairs. So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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