SUNDAY STROLL - AWAY FROM THE MADDENING CROWD

Come with me to a place apart. The sort of place we are told from many sources to visit often to restore ourselves mentally, physically and spiritually. We live in a home that is in a setting of peace and quiet, but we have built a little cabin down away from our busy house and hobby shop so that we can actually move to that other place that is apart.
We will stroll a short distance down to the bluff at the creek.

Come in with me. Perhaps we can sit a spell and listen to the wind in the trees and catch the song of the waterfalls.

It's never locked.

This is a wonderful place to pray, meditate and contemplate. Perhaps you would enjoy the sweet scent of sage to create an atmosphere of cleansing.

We even have a bedroll for you should you choose to spend the night.

The porch is an excellent place to look and listen to nature.

Does the sound of moving water lull you into serenity?

Do glimpses of the sky take you on flights of imagination and inspiration?

Perhaps you would enjoy a slow meander around the Labyrinth to open the doorway into your soul and your hearts delight.

Whenever you take time to 'come ye apart' you are giving yourself a gift of solitude laced with the comfort and joy that we sing about during the Christmas season. Where do you go for that sweet refreshment of time and reflection?

Do you want to continue strolling? Aisling's is the place to go.

JOYOUS NOEL

The birth of a child ... the miracle of Christmas

Out of the silence ... music

Out of the darkness ... light

Out of the uncertainty ... promise

Hope was born that night.

May you always hear the music

May you always be guided by the light

May you live the promise

And be led by the hope of peace and goodwill

to all men.

2009 MYSTERY QUILT

Last January Verda passed out 'Clue One' of our Mystery Quilt to be worked on for the '09' year of quilting within our Quilt Club. Each month she passed out another clue that we could follow the instructions to discover our suspect of the month. Eventually as the months passed we began to see patterns and possibilities to answer the mystery of what kind of quilt we were creating. The first month we were instructed how much fabric to purchase or gather from our 'stash'. We quilters are inclined to have shelves full of fabric (our stash) that appealed to our taste in color and possibility of quilts without knowing how we might end up using any of it in a project. This first picture shows how I followed my first clue and ended up with suspect 'A'

This process was followed each month until the experienced eye began to see likely patterns and potential. Finally we were given the final clue that showed how all the suspects lined up to create the whole picture of the finished quilt. The aHa! and 'But, of course' were realized and we could begin to sew it all together and solve the mystery.

Here I am at our Christmas party where we brought our quilts to be viewed during our Show and Tell portion of our get-together. This is a favorite and fun time to ooh and ahh and admire each others work. The choices of colors was as varied and special as each gal that had chosen them. We had learned that the pattern was called "Twisted Cables".

Come January of 2010 we will once again embark on the solving of the newest mystery that we will be presented with month by month. And so it begins as Sherlock would say. "Come, Watson, come. The game is afoot"

AN ECHO OF ANGELS ON HIGH

At last I had an opportunity to photograph clouds called 'mare's tails' at least that is what my Dad always called them. But wait...

as I looked around I was enthralled by an interesting possibility. What to my wondering eyes should I behold, but a gathering of angel whispers that grew


and grew until I thrilled at the possibility of an echo of

angels proclaiming the Wonder and Glory of God.

Oh, my!

Decking the hall

Slowly but surely I bring out the decorations, a little each week. Here I wanted to fill the corner of the dinning room with a little whimsy. The tree limb needed more than just a cartridge as decoration, at least in my eyes.

May your days be merry and bright as we celebrate the wonders of a loving God.

SUNDAY STROLL - LET IT SNOW!

This is a very short stroll out the back door for pictures and then a quick step out the front door for the final snapshot. We hurried home Friday evening from Uncle Clarence's funeral in Alabama. The casual conversations had centered around football and the weather forecast of lots of snow for Alabama as well as Tennessee. We had an easy ride home and on Saturday we awoke to our first snow of the season and it was a doozy. Experience told us the highways would be dangerous and we were content to snuggle down and get comfortable with plans to watch the big championship football game between Alabama and Florida. When I say we won you must read Alabama as interchangeable with we.

cozy in the house we could happily sing------

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But, the fire is so delightful

And, since we have no place to go

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

I never felt inspired to head out to my Quilt Studio, but liked the idea that no shoveling would be required. The patio stones, like cement and asphalt roads hold heat well into winter and melted the snow quite nicely for a quick run to the hobby shop should I have been so inspired.

The snow was heavy on the evergreens and heaped up on the deck. Not the best time for a cook out for awhile.

I took a short cut through the house and stepped out the front door to be greeting by my little mascots on the front porch. I really think it's time to move the boy and his dog inside to a more pleasant room.

The snow doesn't last forever and a day later as we went to church this morning the roads were clear and the snow slowly fading into the good earth. I love to watch it snow and when the sun shines it sparkles so outrageously, when the wind blows it swirls and dances so grandly. When the sun gives of her warmth the snow quietly dissipates into it's natural element of water nourishing the earth once more.

Wonder what the weather and strolls are like elsewhere. Go to Aisling's Quiet Country House and see who else made a stroll today.

FROSTY MORNING

Hoar Frost

What dream of beauty ever equalled this!

What bands from Faeryland have sallied forth,

With snowy foliage from the 'abundant North,

With imagery from the realms of bliss!

What visions of my boyhood do I miss

That here are not restored! All splendours pure,

All loveliness, all graces that allure,

Shapes that amaze; a paradise that is,-----

Yet was not, --will not in few moments be:

Glory from nakedness, that playfully

Mimics with passing life each summer boon,

Clothing the ground - replenishing the tree,

Weaving arch, bower, and delicate festoon;

Still as a dream, - and like a dream to flee!

William Howitt