A Sheep Over!

Looking Back on a Great Day

One week last October started with with the arrival new wee one to our family,  the loss of a great man from the family in the middle of the week, and then ended with a beginning really, with a joy filled day of promises as we welcomed Kathleen into our family.

Our Joey made it for the day, leaving his wife and newborn in the effort.

We all know that was hard for he and Fifi and are filled with gratitude. That is why this photo of my three sons is special to me.

The two on the end have that smile I know well. The one that says some mischief is about to happen

All the traditional elements,

including the fun.

Then a not so private moment just before the newlyweds were whisked away,

in an old Cadillac once belonging to Waylon Jennings, by Bummy's choosing of course.

With all this family to love and care for Andy and Kathleen,

We trust their marriage with be just as wonderful as their Wedding Day was.

Blankets for the Babes

A few long completed Finished Objects to share:

A chevron blanket made for this little one's shower. We didn't know that he was a he, but I new I could not go wrong with these colors as they are DIL Fifi's favorites.

Hi Tucker. Marme Loves you.

And while that easy on-the-go-knit-without-thinking blanket was in the works, I was working on this during the quiet-need-to-concentrate moments:

A Christening shawl for my son's son. 

Tucker's special day has not yet happened, but he has been practicing.

Bridgewater by Jarod Flood

And now we wait for this blanket to have a wee one snuggled in it...

Any day now my Kate and her family will welcome baby Four.

A Very Happy Day

Merry Christmas

My affectionate Leo.
And that's Mac on the left who usually keeps his distance.

Thank goodness the name 'The Crazy Sheep Lady' is already taken

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Sharing with Saturday Critters

(Another) Walk in the Woods

No secret I love my mountains. Even better than that is hiking those mountains. Not too many local to me share that notion, some even mocking it. Walking along trails alone never seemed a smart idea but on this bright blue beautiful day I couldn't bear to waste any more time.... to waste any more of these short lives we are given.

 So I set out solo. 

By the time I reached the trail that I had been pining to explore for years, the sky had grown foggy, cool and dismal. Having spent way too much time waiting to Live this stage of life to it's fullest, I was not deterred and set out anyway.

So happy I did.

Who lives here?

The rock eating tree.

Coming across reminders of how the land was once used was fascinating. Contemplating the lives that the mountain people lived before they were forced to leave when Shenandoah National Park was created gave me more than just a moment of pause. 

Old stone fences have such a story to tell.

I trust they were not much different than I, simply wanting to live content lives, balancing out hard work with pleasures among their families.

Next time, I will not be too timid to cross on my own

I think I will venture out on more hikes alone, when I make moments without family obligations and other duties happen.

{It's so important to do so.}

Unless of course, you'd like to join me. 

Playing in the leaves is not wasteful. 

Never ever.