Back from Roaming

 

We are finally back from Arizona. I had mentioned we would be going there after our daughter had her baby. She had another girl. The girls are ahead now. Eight girls, seven boys. She weighed 7 pounds 10 ounces and she was 20 inches long. Her name is Rebecca Rowan. Mom is doing fine. 

 

We spent a lovely time with her and the whole family. Her children are from 18 to new born. So I was pretty busy and loved every minute. The hardest part about any visit is going home. I took all of my hooking and all of my sewing projects. Did I do any of it? No, I don't know why I bother. I always have this idea that I am going to sit in the campsite and hook and do all of that. Do I ever? No, we always hike or do things and sitting is something that we don't do very much. 

 

I really did take pictures of our newest grand daughter. I thought. Ron must have taken the pictures and as I write this blog, I do not have them on my phone or on my computer. She is such darling little thing.

I never had babies that small. She has all of this lovely dark hair. I held her and rocked her. Kessie would hand me the baby and say, " Don't let her go to sleep." It was such a sweet place to be, with all the different ages of kids and to be rocking a baby. Just a sweet time of life. Now the drive home was different. The wind through the desert was so crazy. We stopped for gas in Barstow. Then had to stop again in Tehachapi.to get gas before we could get home. We were getting less that 4 miles to the gallon because of the wind. It was so nice to get home though. Polly went crazy running and running in the back yard.
 

Before we left I slipped in two days of dyeing wool for my rug. The is for land, and sky and the mule.

The sky I want to look like the skies when we are driving from New Mexico into Texas. The sky is so big and endless. But I also want the clouds to look like the thunderheads that build over Oklahoma in the afternoon. This winter one of my friends traced my family history for me. It was such an amazing gift. I found out that as far as you got back in my family history, my family were farmers. Farmers who farmed with teams of horses and mules. It so captured my thinking that I wanted to see what I could do with the picture in my mind. One of the interesting things was they were some of the first settlers into North Carolina and Tennessee. Which I found extremely interesting because they lived first close to the place our oldest son, Ben and his family live now. Its like those mountains called Ben to come back home. But you can follow their track as each generation kept moving west. 

 

 I am working on the mule and thinking about the generations that worked and poured out their sweat and tears and sometimes their lives to raise each generation. While I try and tell a story that lives only in my mind and try to transfer it to wool. This is the biggest rug I have ever done. Its going to be what I work on this summer. 

I hope its been a nice May for you all. Its just been a beautiful spring here. I still haven't got my garden in yet. I did manage to get it ready to plant some things. I hope you have a wonderful time doing what ever you love to do and thank you so much for stopping by, my once and a while blog.

~Kim~

 

 Then followed that beautiful season…Summer…Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow