Hudson's Fly-In Play Date

We spare no effort to arrange play dates for Hudson over the summer at the cottage...

... "Norm" 's transport to our place without a road is particularly fancy! 

These two boys get along very well although Hudson cannot understand why Norm keeps jumping into the lake when no one is telling him to!

Norm likes to fly as well as swim and is happy to wear a headset like everyone else on board to protect his sensitive hearing...

 He looks sad here because its time to go home and he was having such fun

Can  you see his face there in the back window...

'See you at your place in the fall Norm- but we'll be travelling by car!

Bye Norm!

Deco Getting Done

Progress seems soooo slow on this one but I'm near the finish.

A firm wet blocking was required. ( The Tove yarn really bloomed!)

Thank goodness the T-pins, like little sharp soldiers kept everything in line for the 36 hours it took to dry.

Now, with buttons in place I'm onto the ribbon backing on the button bands.

And yes, I did make it to the library yesterday to pick up a new bag of fun!

Thanks for dropping by!

First Love

Books.

I can never remember a time when I did not love books. Their heft, their scent, the potential behind their titles.

The days of my childhood and those of our kiddos were bracketed morning and evening with them.

I was blessed with a father who read aloud. I thought all adults were so inclined - I can remember not being able to decipher the words but never hesitating to ask..."will you read this to me?"

Hence vivid impressions of the sounds of pages turning - different in the hands of each reader and the noises those sturdy plastic covers on the dust jackets of hard cover library books make.

The Library! Bliss! See something that interests you? Why then add it to your bag...there is no fee, no charge. Indulge! Dive in! Please don't re shelve...where else on earth do they request that you not pick up after yourself?

Librarians! Thankfully enforcing that magical Library hush. Always ready to help, perhaps read aloud to an assembled, cross legged bunch of kids while holding the picture book aloft and so drawing all the little faces upwards in rapt attention.

My Library Card was the first (and only!) piece of identification I had until I got a student transit pass at 13 and relinquishing that "Child" card for an "Adult" card like my Dad's was such a thrilling right of passage - it meant I was grown up enough to be trusted to withdraw any book in the Library!

Beds and chairs need books beside them to best welcome settling in of the occupants don't you think?

In summer the usual two week return dates are stretched to three - to cover holiday absences!

I'm headed to the Library this morning, my most recent withdrawals having transported me through Folk Sock Knitting, Norwegian Mitten Design, Ornamental Knot work, Dog Psychology, Poodles and Backyard Chicken Keeping while My Beloved "visited" the Cuban Revolution with Elmore Leonard.

Before I go I'll be copying a few knitting patterns - I understand libraries pay more for books so that we might do so without infringing on copyright?

I must rush - 'can't wait to get there - what will I fill my book bag with today?