Material and button tin

Woke up to a bright and beautiful morning, birds singing in the trees a day to gladden the heart.  Last evening as I was cooking dinner our cat was sitting outside the back door watching a multitude of birds feeding on the berries in the hedgerow and two squirrels gambolling at the bottom of the garden, a serene and idyllic moment, cat happy watching the scene unfold.  Suddenly there was a ball of fur rushing past me as if on fire, one of the squirrels had had the audacity to venture a mere couple of metres up the garden, where was the cat?  Behind the settee!  It was so funny I just wanted to share it with you.  

My dining room has at present 4 heaps, bag of clothes for recycling (not suitable for quilting), clothes ready to prepare for cutting (buttons to remove etc), clothes with buttons removed and prepared material ready to quilt with.  In fairness the list is listed in six of each pile, largest to smallest.  All I need now is a sewing machine.   And a burgeoning button tin, this is another legacy from my Mum, we always had a button tin when I was young, it used to come out regularly whether to sort, play or count, use as money for shops, but always there.  When I got married I started a button tin, which again my children used to love (once they were old enough to know not to put them in their mouths!!) In turn my daughter has a button tin as does one of her friends who had never heard of this and had to have one for her and her kids.  The legacy lives on. 

Having mentioned a serene evening and lovely morning I couldn't help but be reminded a favourite poem by Wilfred Henry Davies (1871-1949).

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night,

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

and watch her feet how they can dance.

Not time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life that is, if full of car,

We have no time to stand and stare.

Have a wonderful day and take time to stand and stare.