Not stitching, grand mothering

It's queen anne lace time on Manitoulin 

I've just spent two weeks at Ned's family cottage.  I had some lovely grand mothering time there 

I also stitched when there was a moment.  I want to finish this wool blanket piece for my exhibition with Penny and Miranda coming up this fall.  

Before the children arrived, I spread my work on the lovely dining room table and worked for several hours late into the evening.

I also worked in the early mornings, before anyone else woke up.

Now I'm home on pastoral Manitoulin, and am loving the different kind of natural beauty in the fields.

Q:  How many days left do we have?  (the 4 year old)

A:  Do you mean here, at the cottage?  Eight.

Q:  No.  How many days does the world have?

A:  Oh.   Pause.  Lots and lots.

Q:  54-hundred, 11-13, 44 million trillion?

Before I came to the cottage, I added four borders to a piece that I thought was finished in 2019.  

It was not finished.

I've named the piece Medicine Earth.

Sometimes the girls had sleep overs in my sleeping cabin.  I got up early and stitched.

Here's a song that the  7 year old and I wrote before we went swimming: (tune Down by the Bay)

Aili picked up her towel

Grandmom finished her coffee

Aili put on her boat coat

Grandmom took off her housecoat

They went to the stairs

(Grandmom used her cane)

Aili got there first

Grandmom got there just the same.

(the four year old)  Grandmom?  What will you be when we are grown-ups? 

(the seven year old)  She'll be dead! 

(the 70 year old)   I'll be 92.  (and looks at the 7 year old with raised eye brows.)

(the seven year old, nodding her head)  You'll be 92....maybe 94.  (apologetically)

Now I'm home on Manitoulin, but going back to do more grandmothering next week.

By the way, now Medicine Earth is finished.

I work slowly and that slowness is very brave.

Because time is much faster.  Time whizzes.

Here's another song composed over breakfast:

  

Maia had a zig zag bed

She zigged and she zagged when she went to bed

Zigging zagging to the top

Zigging Zagging, now she stops.

Up so high nearly in the sky

Waving down from her zig zag bed.