Happy Halloween!

I made a new background for my computer desktop.

I used paper and embellishments from http://digitalcrea-galerie.fr/blog/ including 2 mini kits called, "In the Autumn" and "Autumn is coming" to create this background staring my two sweet grandchildren.

New Music sketch and page I made for BITW blog

I made this page with a kit called Tell your Story from Digital Creations http://digitalcrea-galerie.fr/blog/ They have beautiful kits and lots of freebees for digital scrap booking. The Word Art is from Elegant Word Art by Bethany http://elegantwordart2.blogspot.com/

New Warm Hats

With winter right around the corner it's time to start bundling up again. I'm not really a hat person, I like them on others but they always look weird on me. But I don't like to be cold so I made me a couple of warm hats just for fun. Whether I wear them or not?? Maybe for snowshoeing?

This one should keep my ears warm while snowshoeing.

One I made for Lexie. She is so comical!

I combined a few ideas I found to make these hats. Thanks for the inspiration leafytreetopspot.blogspot.ca and alisaburke.blogspot.ca You can find allot of patterns and inspiration to make your own hats here http://tipnut.com/fleece-hat-patterns/

Fall is here

October is a symphony of permanence and change. ~Bonaro W. Overstreet on October

At our cabin

Our yard

This is an Autumn poem Dorothy remembered from her school days. The complete poem reads. THE golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And asters by the brook-side Make asters in the brook, From dewy lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies. By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer. But none of all this beauty Which floods the earth and air Is unto me the secret Which makes September fair. 'T is a thing which I remember; To name it thrills me yet: One day of one September I never can forget.