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Hello everyone,

I hope you all had as good a weekend as we did, we saw our daughter, son-in-law and met our new granddaughter, a delight and pleasure to behold, one very proud grandmother here. But don't worry I will not be boring you all with details of family life and baby pictures, that is not what my blog is about, it is about renewal of life and picking up the threads of where we left off.

On Friday evening I was given a sewing machine to help me pursue my love of quilting, and materials and wools have been promised.  I am going to be building an information website for all aspiring and returning knitter's, quilter's and embroiderer's, sharing methods and patterns, along with a sprinkling of poetry and a few seasonal recipes.  Something I am very much looking forward to, and I  hope you will be too.  Watch this space for more news as it unfolds.

As summer unfolds into autumn I found this poem and although it is still September, I liked it so much I wanted to share it and couldn't wait until October.  Driving home yesterday through the countryside of ploughed fields and autumnal hues this seemed so apt.

At Needlehole (Alison Brackenbury 1953-)

How lovely the land lies in October, Still as the moon. The new wheat is planted. The drivers are gone To pile up their wood Or be soothed by a screen.   The felled tree is sawn, The robin’s cross cry Now liquid and long, Uncannily high. The cold finds my fingers. The moon fills the sky. Enjoy your day, wherever in the world you are.  Speak to you again tomorrow.