You might think that, because of my silence recently, I haven’t had anything to share. Au contraire, I have made/am making things! I’ve just lost my photographer. Mr. Gren has been unavailable during daylight hours for the past week or so. Hopefully sometime soon we’ll be able to take some pictures and show you all what I’ve been up to!
In other news, Mr. Robin still enjoys running up and down the deck rail, although he has ceased his window visits. Yesterday we had another squirrel in the house. Not a flying squirrel this time, just the regular running kind. After we both scared each other, it scrambled over boxes and suitcases into a storage area where presumably it has an escape route, because then we heard it up in the ceiling. That’s usually where he stays anyways, but I guess yesterday he felt like exploring. Hopefully my very presence freaked him out enough to quench his taste for adventure.
Rana will be out of school on Friday the 14th. I may or may not get more done with her around, depending on how, uh, creative she’s feeling. She’s my high-maintenance child. If I don’t find things for her to do, she will find things to do, and those things are usually elaborate and messy. Then on the 19th, I’ll be leaving for a short trip to see some friends; I’ll post more about that closer to time because there actually is a project associated with it.
So there you go. Now you know a little bit about what’s going on in 2Frogs Land.
The thing I love best about living in the Pacific Northwest is all the green. Green everywhere! It’s my favorite color. Green ferns, green firs, green moss, green grass (if you’re lucky enough to have grass), green clover… But even for someone like me who loves green, all of that green can get a little overwhelming. So when the rhododendrons start blooming, seeing another color is so refreshing!
Some green, just for good measure.
Last Friday, we began getting visits from a very curious robin. First, it would sit on the deck rail and chirp, then it would fly the short distance to the living room window and sit in the windowsill. But it didn’t just sit there, it walked back and forth, stretching its neck as if it were trying to look inside. Then back to the rail where he would run down to the other end, chirp a bit before running back to the corner where he would start all over again. Every couple of minutes he was in the windowsill, trying to peek inside. A few hours went by like this before he added to his routine. After running down the deck rail, he would flutter down to my sewing area window and tap on it. Back to the rail, run to the corner, chirp, jump into the living room window. Back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes he brought a girlfriend or two. They weren’t brave enough to come down in the windows, but they would sit on the rail with him.
This went on for four days. Every two minutes. Hello, Robin.
Then Monday night we began getting very heavy rainstorms and I haven’t seen him since. I wonder if he’ll come back when the rain lets up a bit?
Although we aren’t dealing with temperatures like the Northern prairie states, it has been cold here for us! Several clear, cold days with a heavy frost is unusual here. I’m ready to get back to 40 degrees and rain!
Both of the girls needed scarves, so I’ve been working on those. I finished Rana’s yesterday and will shortly finish Granota’s. Konik insisted that he did not want a scarf; right now he’s more intent on me making him socks (I do have one in progress). I’ll post the finished scarves later this week. In the meanwhile…
Frozen raccoon prints on the riverbank
It’s another frigid day here, which means, once again, I am staying upstairs with only brief excursions back down to stoke the fire. It’s nice to be warm up here, but, let’s face it: after being up here for three or four days straight (I can’t remember; it all runs together), it starts to get boring. I need a new project, but it has to be portable. There are things in my mental queue — another Axl doll for a friend; different items of clothing I’d like to sew; my crayon drawing! But all of that requires being downstairs in the coldest corner of the cabin. Huh uh. Ain’t gonna happen. So that pretty much leaves me with crochet. The problem is, I don’t really have anything in mind. I’m itching to do something, but if there’s not a purpose behind it… well, it loses its appeal pretty fast. What do you do when you have a restless urge to create but no real direction?
It’s late on Christmas Eve. Mr. Gren and I are half-watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” after finishing up the wrapping and stuffing the stockings. And you know what else is done?
After weeks of work and no small amount of frustrations along the way, the Axl dolls are finally finished! What a relief! I took it down to the wire, but there they are, ready for Christmas morning. I’ll post more and better pictures later. Can’t turn on too many lights in the cabin once the kids are asleep. I’m looking forward to tomorrow and enjoying the day with my family. It really is a wonderful life.