the sun is rising …

… over my house by the sea.  It dapples the sky with beams of rosiness - but you know the saying, “Red sky at night, sailors’ delight; Red sky in morning, sailors take warning.”  I hope that boat is heading for a safe harbour!

Some days, quiet stitching is just perfect for those moments during the day when the lovely child has been delivered to and collected from, cared for, listened to, fed and read to; the clothes have been washed and hung, the floors have been cleaned (and thanks to the dachshund who is now expecting a knitted kerchief - this takes quite a bit longer than in the past :-0), the beds are made; and the sweet doggies have been amused and exercised.

Mmm-hmm.  Instead, there’s a kettle to be boiled, Yorkshire tea to be steeped, threads collected, and a back porch that beckons.  

I’ve also finished the waves that foam and roll past my whale as she rises to the surface, and perched a pair of crabs atop the rocks that jut from the waters of my bay.

A girl is rising from the hilltop, her telescope poised, and very soon, I think a red booby will be coming to rest nearby after being chased across the ocean by those wretched frigates, who are now wheeling above the boat with their plundered breakfast.  

And now, I have more DMC322 and tomorrow, there will be more tea, and hopefully some more of those quiet moments.  More ocean to paint, a sweet face to illuminate, perhaps a fence to build, some trees to grow, and of course, the red footed booby (I just love saying that word … booby).  

Such delight, what may be produced from a simple needle, some coloured threads and a cotton dishcloth.