Butterflies

Hello all,

All is well here, much needed rain has arrived, albeit sparsely, but everything is looking fresher and colourful and the butterflies are flitting around enjoying the sweet nectar of the water on flowers.  Have had a lazy couple of day's although I have finished the main part of my granddaughters blanket, just the edges to go, and the wool has finally arrived so I can finish the cardigan, I will walk to the wool-shop and collect that later.  Burning question today is whether to knit a Christmas stocking for her, or sew one?  It always strikes me that packages stick out more in a knitted stocking that a sewn one, which to do that is the question, I shall be pouring over the patterns later on to try and come to a decision.  I am also on the search for some nativity figures for the Christmas Crib, my husband has been tasked with making.  He made one for our daughter's first Christmas, and it has been the source of delight over the years, mostly because I had to find the figures as they mysteriously removed themselves and hid in various places around our home, all part of the tradition of Christmas I am told, and there has to be a new one for the new baby.  I know it is only September, but if I am going to make these items I need to be thinking about them now.  I am also planning on giving my son and daughter a chocolate advent calendar this year, they missed out in the last couple of years, only these are going to be knitted, not the chocolates of course, but the calendar will be.  Somehow I think this may keep me tied up for some time, especially as I only knit in the evenings!!  Thank and the Christmas cake and puddings need to be made by the end of September if they are going to be rich enough for Christmas.  Right enough of the c word, and planning.  We are planning to take a trip along the Gower coast tomorrow, picnic and camera in hand, I hope I will have some nice photo's to share. 

To a Butterfly

William Worsworth

I've watched you know a full half hour'

self poised upon that yellow flower;

And, little Butterfly, 

indeed I know not if you sleep or feed

How motionless, not frozen seas

more mothionless, and then

what joy awaits you, when the breeze

hath found you out among the trees

and calls you forth again

This plot of orchard ground i sour;

My trees they are our sisters flowers.

Here rest your wings when they are weary;

here lodge as in a sanctuary.

Come often to us, fear no wrong;

sit near us on the bough.

We'll talk of sunshine and song,

and summer days when we were young;

Sweet childish days, that were as long

as twenty days are now

Enjoy today and I will speak to you again soon.