These are the feathers on a talking stick that Paul bought at the First Nations store on Spadina in Toronto. I love the different colours and textures of the feathers. Oh, the stick doesn't talk by the way, but the person who holds it may! :)
Somewhere between arrival at church and leaving, came Sunday School; and a perfectly put together little girl turned into a little ragamuffin. But an adorable one.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Driving towards Toronto in the early morning (don't worry--I was the passenger!)
Monday, February 2, 2009
A gaggle of grandchildren and their friends. A backyard ice rink on a winter's evening. Rosy cheeked, they skated for hours.