Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Remembrance Day Nov 11

In Flander's Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flander's fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, tho poppies grow
In Flander's fields.

Liet. -Col. John McCrae

We must remember. If we do not, the sacrifice of those lives will be meaningless. They died for us, for their homes and families and friends, for a collection of traditions they cherished and a future they believed in; they died for their country. The meaning of their sacrifice rests with our collective national consciousness; our future is their monument.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Soap Soap And Yes its Soap

I've been making soap for several year . I have some recipes that I use all the time and I love the way they work out!
Tada! This is years batch so far !!!

So far I have 12 lbs cut into bar that have some very yummy scents --
Coconut Almond Crunch
( Yes it smells as good as it sounds!!)
Honey Oatmeal Vanilla
( smells like brown sugar cookies :) )
Green Tea and Mint
( what a fabulous combination!)
Sandalwood Silk Surprise
( this is an amazing bar, great for the skin!)
Strawberry Swirl
( Smells like a strawberry milkshake !!!)

I have some pictures of part of the process.
Note the *HIGH TECH* cutting tool
and the sophisticated method of getting the exact size of bars ;)

That's it from by the hills!

Monday, October 27, 2008

New Additions to the By the Hills

As you know , our livestock guardian dog , Badger, went over the rainbow bridge recently. We miss her dearly. We had thought we would just let the llama's guard the livestock but the combination team of both the llamas and the dogs can't be beat for dealing with predators.

That said, let me introduce the latest member of the *team*.
We now have a Pyranean Mountain Dog female pup.

She is approx 6 wks old. We haven't yet decided on a name for her.
Any suggestions????

Another new *addition to the farm is this pea hen.
She is in with the chickens right now.
They are unsure what to make of the big bird lol!

That's it from by the hills!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

New Projects

I've been with new projects . I am sharing a pic of a hat I finished yesterday.
My son is modeling it. I used the colors green, black and white - Saskatchewan Rough Rider Colors !:)

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Good Bye To A Dear Friend

Today our livestock guardian dog , Badger, went over the rainbow bridge.
She has had cancer for over a year but valiantly carried on. She never shirked her duty or charges. This morning, her pain ended. She has gone to be with our other canine babies waiting by the rainbow bridge - Max and her mate, Major.

She took care of the livestock and her * human* lambs. She was truly an amazing creature.

The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent; Her eager body quivers. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

We will miss you Badger girl! Wait for us by the rainbow bridge, until we meet again.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Pictures of the kids all dressed up

Thats it from by the hills , till next time!

Lily Chin Knitting Classes

I attended some knitting classes being taught by Lily Chin at 2008 Saskatchewan Stitches Conference.

I will post the pictures I have then will fill in the notes later!

Shearing Time By the Hills

Its inevitable that shearing must come to by the hills.
The poor woolie girls were getting so hot and uncomfortable.
Cliff Metheral , the sheep shearer arrived on Tuesday May 27th in the morning. The kids stayed home to help with the shearing.

Thankfully it wasn't that hot the day we sheared.
The sheep really enjoyed their trims!

Thats it for this post :)
From by the hills
WoW Finally an UPDATE!!

Here it is for those that have been asking ;)

Winter has come and gone. Finally!
Badger is relaxing, and doing her job.
Here she is waiting for the school bus to bring back the kids
This was taken the 20th of May.

Spring brings back the birds.
We have a bird feeder hanging in front of our living room window.

This house was on its way to the Regina area May 23rd.
We stopped and briefly talked to the movers.

Thats it from by the hills ;)

Friday, February 8, 2008

Palidome Hat Finished

This is a hat pattern that was shared with me.
I like the cabling, the ribbing was a bit monotonous but thats just me.

Moira modeling the hat.

You can see the detailing of the cables here.

Thats it from by the hills :)

Old Man Winter Has Temper Tantrum

I was at the library today for work.
During the day it started to snow.
As time went on it progressed.
TV and Radio were issuing zero visiblity warnings.

I still had to drive home.
I had my camera with me. Snapped a couple pictures of what it was like.
Oh I got home all right. Took a bit longer. Was glad to see our driveway.

This is out the windshield.

This was out the drivers window.

Thats it from by the hills.. Where We are inside , warm and toasty!

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Baby Ear Flap Hat

Yep, another FO
Its a hat I just whipped up.
It turned out really cute :)

That's it from by the hills!

Monday, January 28, 2008

My Winter Buddy *Howard*

Howard is a good buddy.
He keeps me company when I am outside.
Gives me that warm cozy feeling when the winter temps DIP way too low.

So its a funky blue.
And not the most fashionable.
I tell ya though, HOWARD is very warm and keeps me
company on cold winter days outside! lol

See why I call the suit * Howard*?

Thats it from By the Hills!

Low -33C(-27F). Extreme wind chill -46.

Stay warm and keep your stick on the ice ;)

Another Contest

Tami Knits is having a contest to celebrate 100 posts!
Tell her you saw heard about it on my blog :)

Good Luck!

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Latest Completed Pottery items from the Pottery Room

Here's pictures of the latest completed pottery :)

Mixing Bowl - Dark Green with Floating Blue Glaze

I was playing with the glaze a bit.
It looks pretty funky lol!

This is the picture of the inside.

Pitcher with Oatmeal Glaze

Melly made this bowl. Its our current fruit bowl

Mugs, a creamer and a small bowl

Two small serving bowls

Set of Two mixing bowls

Mug and small tea bowl

Friday, January 25, 2008

~ 7 Random Facts Meme ~

~ 7 Random Facts Meme ~
I've been tagged byVicki to play along.
Hmm... now to come up w/7 things you'd be interested in knowing. Ok ~ let the games begin.
7 Random Facts... now these are the rules:-
Link to the person’s blog who tagged you.-
Post these rules on your blog.
List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.
Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.-
Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog
My 7 random facts:

1. I'm a country gal. Love living in the rural area we are in.
2. I have lived in BC and Alta as well as Sask. I like living in Saskatchewan best
3. I am the only one in my immediate family that is a handspinner.
4. I will go for rides in the summer in the forest that is close by. I use my camera to go *hunting*
5. I always wanted a large family growing up -- Dh is from a family of 12 and I am from a combined family of 7 , me being the oldest. Dh and I have 4 children.
6. I don't like winter. Summer is my favorite time of year. You can't find me in the house most of the summer.
7. I read books like some people eat chips.. one right after the other. Good thing I'm a library clerk at the local public library , right??

Now will pass this on to

1. Brenda
2. Katie
3. Marion
4 Dorothy
5. Shelly
Have fun !

Thats is from by the hills :)

Robbie Burns Day !

In honor of Robbie Burns and in keeping with
the fiber type theme of by the hills blog
I found a poem by himself

The Cardin O't, The Spinnin O't

I coft a stane o' haslock woo',
To mak a wab to Johnie o't;
For Johnie is my only jo,
I loe him best of onie yet.

Chorus-The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,
The tailor staw the lynin' o't.

For tho' his locks be lyart grey,
And tho' his brow be beld aboon,
Yet I hae seen him on a day,
The pride of a' the parishen.
The cardin o't, &c

written -1795
Found on Robert Burns Country

Address to a Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
"Bethankit!" 'hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a haggis!

The Translation

Fair is your honest happy face
Great chieftain of the pudding race
Above them all you take your place
Stomach, tripe or guts
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm

The groaning platter there you fill
Your buttocks like a distant hill
Your skewer would help to repair a mill
In time of need
While through your pores the juices emerge
Like amber beads

His knife having seen hard labour wipes
And cuts you up with great skill
Digging into your gushing insides bright
Like any ditch
And then oh what a glorious sight
Warm steaming, rich

Then spoon for spoon
They stretch and strive
Devil take the last man, on they drive
Until all their well swollen bellies
Are bent like drums
Then, the old gent most likely to rift (burp)
Be thanked, mumbles

Is there that over his French Ragout
Or olio that would sicken a pig
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust
Looks down with a sneering scornful opinion
On such a dinner

Poor devil, see him over his trash
As week as a withered rush (reed)
His spindle-shank a good whiplash
His clenched fist.the size of a nut.
Through a bloody flood and battle field to dash
Oh how unfit

But take note of the strong haggis fed Scot
The trembling earth resounds his tread
Clasped in his large fist a blade
He'll make it whistle
And legs and arms and heads he will cut off
Like the tops of thistles

You powers who make mankind your care
And dish them out their meals
Old Scotland wants no watery food
That splashes in dishes
But if you wish her grateful prayer
Give her a haggis!

What is a Haggis???
Find out here

My mothers Clan

Highlander wearing Sutherland Plaid

That's it from by the Hills!

beannachd leibh !

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Tipper Pics and FO's

Tipper is our feline fur baby.
She strongly resembles a British short hair tortoiseshell.
Tipper likes to spend lots of her time with me, either keeping watch while i spin or knit.
Or sitting by me when I am on the computer or working around the house.
She sits at the back door in summer by the screen, on her own stool watching me as
I work in the back yard. She refuses to go outside though.

Here she is guarding my spinning wheel ,
background is the house plants in our south living room window

I have a couple FO's too
A pair of skull fingerless gloves

An ear flap hat for a toddler

Stulpen Fingerless Gloves. ( An awesome free pattern found online)
These are ALMOST finished.
I have recently discovered cables and these were actually fun!

That's all for now from by the hills :)
Catcha Next Time!