“THAT, my young Padawan, it the sound of a sparrow on the roof.”
“Really Uncle Hobbes?! When do we get to eat it?”
“Soon, Grasshopper. Soon.”
There is this tree, in the neighbors yard that has one itty bitty ridiculous branch that scratches against the tiny piece of siding on the tippy top of the side of my silly little house. During the day it’s only slightly noticeable–but in the middle of the NIGHT–it sounds like a dozen raccoons with a xylophone banging on the wall.
Good thing I know a guy.
A big, brave, strong guy with some loppers.
Thanks Daney boy!!
You saved me and you’re my hero.
Now get down from there. You’re scaring your mother.
I grew up in L. A. and in case you didn’t know–we didn’t get any snow there.
In fact, when we would read about other kids making snowmen or shoveling snow we would all just laugh.
We know-it-all First Graders were perfectly sure that someone had made all that up. Snow wasn’t real. HA! How ridiculous.
I positively LOVE snow now. My family moved here on purpose so that we could have all four magical, beautiful seasons.
Now if the weather would just cooperate…that’d be swell.
Sheesh.
A few years back, my son played a game called Hollow Knight. He would play, I would read or crochet or work on a puzzle.
What I didn’t actually want to do very often was to…look up. The game gave me the creeps. Not for any violent or evil thing going on. It was actually pretty tame in that way.
But the music was sad and creepy and there were a lot of bugs. Tons of worms and centipedes and assorted crawly things–many much bigger than I was comfortable with. Perhaps I haven’t shared with you how I feel about bugs.
Perhaps I have.
Barf-o-rama.
ANYway, the hero of this game was a little white rabbitty looking dude with a sword that I was ok with. Rhen loved the game so much that out of the blue, I decided to make him this little fella.
Quite pleased with myself if I’m honest.
That is, until my son thanked me for making Knight… the big, white…
beetle.
*gag*
Note: This pattern was created by Datpilz on Etsy.