First, thanks for all your comments; I’ve read them, but not replied (yet).
Second, I know that for most of you, New Year’s Day is already over, but I still have 20 minutes left, so no more re-writing. This toast, like last year’s, is more doggerel than poetry, but that’s the way my brain leans . . .
Another year has come and gone, another season rounds the bend.
It’s time to raise a glass (or mug) and toast each Virtual Village friend:
So here’s to designers from Fair Isle to Aussie,
to their patterns for quilting and sewing tea cosies,
for knitting barn cardis and crocheted Bavarians,
and to parents, and crafters, and crofter agrarians.
Designing a pattern, a life or a home
lifts everyone’s spirits, wherever they roam.
So does taking a moment for kindness and caring,
for virtual hugging and real-life sharing.
Here’s to the artists, delightfully fey;
Sharing, Inspiring, Leading the way . . .
To the writers of poetry, readers of books,
photographers, singers and all of the cooks . . .
A toast to the writers of humour-filled posts,
to those who share knowledge without any boasts.
And let’s toast the activists, working so hard
to make the world better; they all stand on guard.
Remember the Permies, too, tiny and tall;
their work heals the earth, bringing hope to us all.
Let’s toast every planter of veggie and bush,
of trees bearing fruit and of flowers so lush.
Here’s to soapmakers, purveyers of oils,
soothing the hands that are aching from toil.
Up-cyclers of cupboards and carvers of spoons;
Salvaging, saving, at midnights and noons.
To those who keep traditions safe,
To those who break new trails,
To those whose cats and dogs keep them
from going off the rails!
Makers of greeting cards
brighten our days;
Givers of Happy Mail
spread love’s sweet rays.
e-mails and Skype calls,
so many connections . . .
the Village extends in so many directions!
Dwellers on acreages, dwellers in towns,
some come from the cities and some from the Downs.
We all play a part in this Village so global;
and all keep our place even when we are mobile.
And I raise a glass to each one of you;
wherever you are and whatever you do,
to your courage in healing, in growing, in changing.
Love shows in your words and your acts, so far-ranging.
I’m grateful for each of you;
my life would be less
if I’d never ‘met’ you;
I feel very blessed.
Throughout this New Year I wish you much love and many blessings, strength and courage for the journey, insight and wisdom as you need it, riches of the heart, mind and spirit.
Hapoy New Year, my friends and fellow Villagers . . .
and, as Columbo would say,
one more thing . . .
Ave Atque Vale
Godspeed to those who’ve gone ahead throughout the passing year, Their tasks are done, they’re headed home; for now they’ve left us here.
We can but bless them, as we bless the newest babes whose smiles
make light our loads and cheer us on o’er all the coming miles.
We will remember each of you for all the ways you’ve touched our lives and hearts, as family members, friends, public figures and more . . .
See you on the Flip Side 🙂
p. s. I meant to include photos with this post, but the draft wouldn’t display on Mum’s PC, so I’ll save those for later, except for these:
I knew that wrapping paper would likely tear if I had to compress the afghans so they would all fit in the box. So I decided to use new pillowcases as wrapping. Alas, pillowcases at the only store close enough to walk to were $7.00 each.
But there was a SIGN! Among the pillowcases was a package of pre-cut fabric!! So, off to the yarn & fabric area . . . where I found flannelette, two cut pieces to a package, for under $7.00 and a large piece of green flannelette for under $12.00. Problem solved!
Now you know what those photos are about. With any luck, the Bavarians will be on their way tomorrow. They will go to the other Grandma and she will take them to Saltspring Island in time for Little Christmas. A great start for a new year, isn’t it?
Oh, here’s a teaser for you: