Starting with the Valentine’s day in the middle of February we go on with our lovely projects into the so expected and already mentioned Spring.
Let just say Spring is in the air, last year I thought the Easter bunny had come by night to visit us, the paw prints have proven to be of a cat in reality, well this year I saw the bunny, sneaked behind the curtains and Voila! No one can think it is a mistake, here is the pic for you.
Up above there him is a bird house, and because these birds (sparrows) did not migrate, we kept on feeding them, so all through the Winter they had a place to come,
so did their friend the bunny. This made my daughter really happy, she knew now the Easter bunny had been well fed, so he would like to come for Easter and make sure she was glad too!
Recently many things are going on in my life, I am writing a lot, though not in my blogs, I still think it is worth, so I go on pursuing something that I hope I let you know in the (near?) future.
Anyway, it’s inevitable now, since most shops, TV ads, and even the weather (yes, here in Alberta, too) is changing. I know it is supposed to start to become more green, but up here for us things are just less “white”. Never mind though, I love it here, and the feeling of Spring coming back is so invigorating.
So talking about Spring today I got this newsletter with tons of Spring ideas -read flowers- and free patterns, it is from All free Crochet, they are here for us to enjoy!
As you can see I love crocheting flowers! Here is a sample of mine :
I keep trying to post constantly in my Facebook page is a faster for me, it has many images, free patterns I find on the internet and so, if you haven’t “liked it” yet, please do so you will be able to have even more fresh ideas,’ inspiring’ ones as I like to think of them.
They are full of new ideas, and fresh ones that can boost our imagination make us finish off those yarns already used in some other project, so have fun!
Following up one of my posts I would like to start wishing you Merry Christmas. Start getting ready for Christmas, is it here at our doors! I am so very happy, for this year I really won a few of my internal battles, and feel ready to knock down a few others!
So I would like to share with you a nice song, that is constantly coming to my mind And that is quite how I feel too!
Just for fun my little Betty and I are making these crochet Christmas decoration, I am in charge of the crochet, and she takes care of the decoration, she is so proud she asked me to blog it, when I showed her I already did, in my past post, she said:
Mom, post it properly, and please do mentioned I got to pick the “decoration”, here you go properly posted!
Maybe you you like to see some more pictures, this time of the snow I took them around my house and on the way to pick her at school, click on the pics to enlarge them. Such a pitty we do not have snow in Brazil…
Note: If you’re a vegan, I don’t think this piece of writing is suitable for you, I’m sorry.
I love Christmas, guess I always will. I cry out of most Christmas songs and feel deeply touched, emotionally connected with pretty much everything that has to do with this time of the year.
When I was a little girl, my dad always ‘took care’ of the meat we ate at home, at these festivities the pork was divine.
Dad loved baking it in honor of his deceased mom. He grew up in an underprivileged environment therefore having pork once a year alone meant Christmas for him and his 7 siblings.
So, after he got married, every year around April he would go down to a local farm choose a piglet, start to “feed” (at home he would spare food for the piglet, we never got to know all that for sure -I mean I guess he did say it over and over, but then again we wouldn’t listen) and pay for it. By the end of the year that would’ve been paid in full and his to take home and bake for Christmas.
My Mom was in charge of the many desserts, granny made the Christmas cake, and some Brazilian traditional treats, she did it like no one else does, or ever will -after all she was my granny-. As for the rest of the family my uncles and aunties would bring other foods along with their presence and love.
Then Daddy died in one May that was so unfair! My elder brother and I were living away and used to go home on weekends and for holidays. That year we had a series of financial setbacks, but we managed to buy a nice huge chicken, Mom was still shaken by the fact of not having him around, granny too old and busy taking care of my grandpa in bed. So I stepped up and offered to do most of the cooking, when I thought about to the poultry: a chicken… I would have to season it to perfection to make up for not having the usual turkey, not having my Dad’s seasoning, and having no idea what Daddy used besides love to make his food taste so like Christmas. I had to make sure my little siblings wouldn’t miss him that much. And I was left with a chicken.
One day before Christmas Eve a man knocked at our door asking for Mom. He told her that earlier that year Daddy went to his farm picked a piglet and was sending it food as usual then he stopped. Because that particular year daddy had paid in full, he never did that before, the man assumed daddy would go and fetch the pork. Much to his surprise he learned the daddy had passed away early in May, so he decided to take it himself and hand it to Mom.
Mom almost fainted, feeling sorry for both her and the pig, not knowing what to do with it, and my brothers gladly carried it into the kitchen. We never knew for sure if daddy had paid for it in full or not, it was so not like him.
Anyway, now I had to be quick, still no clue, but much more material to work with. I was deeply touched, daddy looked after us. Turned on the radio, to “fill up my tank” and cooked like crazy.
Do I have to say that luckily I found in the rear back of a cupboard a large variety of seasoning labeled with his handwriting? Do I have to say that our dog who was always beside him while cooking, was now restlessly beside me? Do I have to say that there were no mourning tears for that Christmas Day? Some relatives showed up, even one wealthy uncle, he could not resist trying what he said was: “-Some delicious turkey!”?
No, I don’t, because that very Christmas taught me we have to bury our beloved dead ones, pay them respect, share our love, and keep going. Once in a while we weep, then we keep going. That is life, with all there is to it.
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If you ask me what our plans for this coming X’mas are, I ‘ll have to say: we don’t know yet. Because we did not quite fit in the Brazilian communities up here, and do not have close Canadian friends, to share such a family event together, we might either spend the three of us, eating my food, again; or travel somewhere interesting and have a good time.
It takes about 2 days to go back to Brazil and the tickets for this time of the year are shamefully too expensive. Of course I miss my family which is kind of large, and my in-laws too, after 16 years together they are kind of my own family extended.
I don’t regret being here especially because my daughter is so happy, I am not sorry for us, we all know that in one way or another we will end up having what is takes for a perfect Season, that is being among the ones we love and care the most.
I love kids so much, that I have the feeling they know it ’cause mostly everywhere I go they end up gathering around me, and engage into a never ending conversation.
We all know I would volunteer at my daughter’s new school too. It took me a few weeks to do so, but I eventually did.
Thanks to the fact that the teacher understood my will to do something, and add it to her urge to have help with the kids. I now have a place to go every week at least twice a week, and work with them.
Some times we do some Science Projects which mainly involves painting- hooray colors!
In other situations I help out alphabetizing some of the kids who were not exposed as much to the world of words, and therefore do not know much about them -yet.
It took me a little bit more than 4 visits to get more familiar with them, now I always get tons of hugs, delicious ones!
What made me so happy today was this small moment, a particular event when the following took place:
As that group composed of 3 girls came in, one of them looked at me, as she usually does and kindly said:
-Hey look we all have dark hair!
I was caught by surprise I confess, remember I am mulata? She on the other hand is blond, green eyed, we have absolutely nothing in common.
“Do you mean I have brown hair? I am supposed to you know?…- she interrupted me- ‘NoI mean we all here in the room have dark hair you see?’, then she lifted hers in order to show me a thin layer of dark blond hair. Coincidently Betty was in that group, and quickly tried to explain her friend better:
“She means we all have dark hair because her hair is not as light, as the other girls’.”
The third girl in there -the fairest of them all said:
“Yeah we all have kind of dark hair!”-Fact is none of them does…except for Betty and I.
There they were, so happy about and resting their case! I had to admit that they were right, and went on with the project, as I still had many more kids to work with.
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I learned once again that kids see whatever they want to, because they do see things in their hearts.
It does not mean they are too naive or even stupid, and do not realize the skin color, it means that they do have the inner ability to see past that, and in the attempt to make a connection that would validate the fact that despite the differences existing between us every thing is OK. still we like each other, we are friends.
What once was odd, segragate and strange to them, is now connected by the bridge of ‘we care about each other kind of love‘. The once different and apart is now similar, close.
She needed now to bring the abstract -love, care- into the material world so that she could materialize her feeling. What went through her mind was: Why can’t we simply like each other if we are all the same? Are we the same, she might have asked herself, yes we are. Look our hair!
That girl kind of escaped reality itself and brought from the imaginary world the only similarity she was able to find and manage.
This is something only kids can see, work and live with the fact that: