SUNDAY ART by Nina

silkie terrier












rat terrier







chihuahua









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yorkshire terrier

The rain cat

This cat in the rain

is wet and happy,

and certainly NOT vain!

Her fur is soaked

as she struts

down the lane.

She's not looking

for a coat or a towel -

she's on a mission

a daily prowl.

The cat loves the rain

and needs no umbrella

She enjoys the puddles

Can't ya tella?

SUNDAY ART by Nina

This week I posting my knitted quilts, most of which I made while I was injured, or while recovering from surgery. They are pretty big and make good wall hangings. Squares are about 10" X 8".
1. A chicken quilt - a gift for Truvey
2.For my daughter who turns 20 soon.
3. "Birds, Horses and Llamas"
4. Celtic quilt for Leroy.
5. Runic quilt.
6. Labrys (feminine) quilt for Kathy and Barbara.

flawed

Hands become motion
as fingers are cogs
within an intricate
warm blooded machine.
Mind is a twine ball
soothed by process
and comforting repetition.
A swath is created
like a combed field
of gartered rows.
Eyes become averted
to yarns flow
and diminishing skein.
Sweeping palms caress
the purled shawl
that falls to the knees.
Hesitation, separation,
sip of milky tea gone cold.
Furrowed brows become
knit with horror
as they critique
a long ago
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CATS&DOGS

Here's a pic of my Diamond coyote-dog, laying in her new favorite spot, my pillows! I need to start bathing her more often ! She was pretty wild when I found her has a pup 3 years ago. She wanted to live outside but now she is indoors 90% of the time! Finally, she is "mellowing out" and not yapping at my chicken coop as much.
Also, here's a pic of Sassy (black cat) and Ferghie (persian siamese X). They are not compatible (Sassy is very alpha) but they happened to be looking out the front window at the same time . Lucky shot!
happy day!

picture change

THE ROCKS (a poem about the feral cats in the Galveston area)

Who would know

about the rocks

near the beach

where the wild cats roam

just out of reach?

***

A pride of little lions

yellow and black

miniature tigers

that leave no track.

***

Grey tabbies and Siamese,

Persian kittens

such are these

too wild to touch

they are free.

***

By the salt waters edge

cats frolic and roam

emerging from cracks

near briney foam

amongst seaglass and weed

they are home.

THANKFUL

my chickens







my home

friends



My garden

daughter
Truvey






My dog, Diamond








This has been a tough year.

I've been injured, broke, desperate,

sick and tired.

But its all getting better ...

and I want to give thanks

for all good things I have...

and to my BLOG friends

OUT THERE!!

SUNDAY ART by Nina

words of wisdom to ponder...

the starling

Where its hot
as a furnace
You won't find
Mr. Sturnus

You must travel
to Paris
to visit
Mrs. Vulgarus

Shiny and spotted
You will never embarrass
a starling with a name
like Sturnus Vulgaris

Do not disturb

The ginger cat
Woke up to a noise
He was not very happy
That his nap was destroyed.

He'd rather curl up
And be alone
And not be bothered
By the TV or phone
If he's distracted again
He will surely groan!



Would you think its absurd
If the cat had a sign saying
"d o n o t d i s t u r b" ?

inspired by poetry

The other night I was surfing blogspot and found these 2 poets. I'd like to "tag 'em" but I have to become more adept at HTML.









Check out:
FLOOTS
http://i-land-i-site.blogspot.com/
Mr.Paulk
http://laughingghosts.blogspot.com/

I wrote a litle kid book back in 2003. The 4 th graders at school really seemed to like it.
So!! Once a week or so I plan to blog a poem from my book. However, my poems are NOT deep and serious. More light hearted silliness :)

My amazing Mom

Milla with my daughter, Sarah in 1987


Today, my Mom would have been 78.
In 1998, my mother Milla died at age 68 in 1998 from a brain tumor. She was very sick for a year and I took care of her almost everyday. She was smart and beautiful.
Here are 10 amazing things about my Mom.
1. Milla was born in Serbia (Yugoslavia) in 1928. We really don't know if it was 1928 or 29 because the records were lost due to WW2. She didn't know her father... but we heard he was French.
2. Mom attended a convent school because of the war. She had also been forced to work on railroads with an organized group of kids during the war "effort".
3. Mom studied to be a doctor around 1948-52. She worked as a radiologist and nearly all of her colleagues were male. There were not many career women in 1950.
4. Milla was on the Yugoslav Olympic team in Helsinki Finland, in 1952.
5. At age 27, my Mom met my Dad, (Otto, an American with Norwegian parents). They were both on vacation on the coast of Croatia. They married within 10 days and settled in New Jersey, USA. They were married fror 42 years!
6. Milla and Otto had 3 children. My brother Rick in 1957, Nina (me!) in 1958, and my other brother John in 1963.
7. In 1964, we all moved to England for 10 years. We moved back to the USA in 1974. Milla loved playing bridge, travel, and was a "master knitter". She loved the city, especially London, England.
8. Mom was friendly, cheerful and affectionate. She loved colorful clothing.
She only had one grandchild, Sarah who is my daughter.
9. My Mom never worked as a radiologist again. She enjoyed being a home maker and mother of 3.
10. I still miss her terribly. She is buried alongside my Dad in Fairbanks Alaska, near to where my 2 brothers live. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM.

SUNDAY ART by Nina

If you like cats, today's your day!

My favorite place

THIS evening I fired up the burn barrel in my back yard. I have so many tallow trees (11) its not funny. I get a lot of dead limbs from over 17 mature trees on my property. (including oak and pecan tees) Tallow was introduced to Texas from China in the 1930s; they grew rampant and filled in the open prairies...... that's why the Texas prairie chicken is almost extinct. Tallows are now considered "rubbish trees".
I seem to collect skulls on my swing, I have many more skulls indoors. The swing is one of my favorite places for morning coffee and I can watch my chickens from there.
Diamond coyote likes the yard.

POEM

The towhead girl

Now slow and greying

Feel the turning of the wheel

Hear wolves baying.

I left my dark haired child

In the forest to run wild

Under the leaves I moulder

As my body gets colder.

She will find her way

Her dark eyes alight

I will stay and guide her

In the frost of the night

As her fire kindles

I turn to bone

While my fire dwindles

This grey eyed crone.

SUNDAY ART by Nina

As and artist, I draw what I love & I love birds. More art to come: every Sunday!