Apologies for posting again, but perhaps there's a some new spiders out there who haven't read this: --------- There's a joy in springtime weather The garden's all ablaze. Springtime bulbs and flowering fruit - So many lovely days.
I love to rise so early That the sun is rising too With mug of tea just sit and look and absorb the glowing view. Then settle at my lace desk And let the threads unfold, Their pattern hidden under pins Outlined in gimp thread bold. But summer is a different time Where here the sun beats down. The grass turns brown, the flowers wilt And dust blows through the town. Then evening is the time for lace As the sun begins to set. With cooling breeze upon my face Day's troubles I forget. Autumn is a golden time And full of busy days. There's leaves to rake and fruit to pick; Preserves in racks and trays. I still find time to sit and lace At my window in the sun; And treat myself to time alone When all the work is done. And when at last the winter comes Cold winds, and fires are lit That's the time when lace is queen And I have time to sit To make the most of time that's mine To plan, and read, and sew To finish lacy projects I started long ago. This world still has its beauties Despite its frantic pace. Take time to watch the seasons' joys And take pleasure in your lace! --------- As yes, it's cold cold winter here, and I'm finishing a Russian lace lacemaker picture, and a Beds edge which will enable me to practice my leaves 220 times at least, still 780 to go to make the 1,000 Noelene in Cooma [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://members.ozemail.com.au/~nlafferty/ - To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace [EMAIL PROTECTED]
