Monday, April 27, 2009

Be patient. . .

This poem was taken from a good book by R. T. Cross.

If we knew the little fingers
Pressed against the window pane,
Would be cold and stiff tomorrow,
Never trouble us again,-
Would the bright eyes of our darling
Catch the frown upon our brow?
Would the prints of rosy fingers
Vex us then, as they do now?

Ah! those little ice cold fingers-
How they point our memories back
To the hasty words and actions
Strewn along our backward track!
How those little hands remind us,
As in snowy grace they lie,
Not to scatter thorns, but roses,
For our reaping by and by.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Patch work heart painted tin.

Recently, we were able to visit my friend Leah Sue. I thought I'd bake some cookies as a gift for the family. I wanted some sort of gift to remain after the cookies were gone, so I decided to paint a tin container for the cookies. I looked through our stash of saved tins and found a large one without too much rust. After scrubbing off what little rust there was, I sprayed it with gray primer.

I would have liked to paint some flowers or some kind of scenery, but I am not a good painter and knew I'd not be able to get it to look realistic, especially with this kind of paint. A craft book gave me the idea of a painted patchwork heart. After painting the patch heart on the top, I painted small hearts of each color of "cloth" around the base of the container.

Then the morning we were to leave, I bake some of our favorite cookies - double peanut butter - and filled the painted tin with them.