It hasa turned a bit chilly and the cold is set to get more towards the weekend.
But it isn't cooling down my spirits. I LOVE this time of year, I really do.
I feel in a very buoyant positive mood at the moment and it is is part due to Autumn and Winter, in part due to just being in a good place and in part due to looking forward to Christmas. I love every single thing about Christmas - I really do. Nigel is sorting out the outside lights, the advent decorations are made and ready, I have been out and bought things for the children to make, we have made a great start to Christmas shopping, there are lots of events we are involved with and life is good.
Anyway enough bouncing around and on to scrapping. I have to focus on the scrapping as the photography has taken a bit of a hit at the moment.
This is another page made at the weekend and is another of our trip to Portland. We spotted this sculpture frm the road and then parked and walked back down to it. It is carved, of couse, out of beautiful Portland Stone and was very detailed.
It depicts a stone mason (facing) and a fisherman on the other side.
Today I am thankful for
- cracking a big job I had been putting off - and it is now almost done
- a little light crafting shopping even if not really for me
And when I saw this LOL cat it just had to appear here .... I have this cat's twin brother clearly!
and my page a day calendar page .... and another one I really really like.
For a friend’s wedding, I’d agreed, with reluctance I tried to hide, to look after the groom’s blind
As I guided the old lady up the walkway to the main door of the church, I longed to be with the animated group accompanying the bride to the side entrance. What if I were stuck at the aunt’s side all through the
Once seated, however, cane safely stowed beneath the pew in front of us, the old lady turned out to be a lively companion. As we waited for the service to begin, she peppered me with questions. Was it a Gothic
church? Stone! What kind of stone? Was there stained glass in the windows? Where was the pulpit located? What color was the seat cushion beneath us? Before long, I was seeing the church I’d gone to for 20 years with a whole new awareness.
When someone else offered to escort the aunt to the reception, I shook my head. I wouldn’t have missed her inquiring delight in the guests, the dance steps, the table settings for anything.
I wouldn’t have missed the insight into God’s mysterious ecology, either. A very small and grudging
kindness on my part had returned to me in blessing. The blind woman I’d believed I was helping had helped me to see.