Look at those 'fraidy cat lions, hiding in the bushes!
Cecil and Jean were just thrilled to learn that Canada Post had selected them from hundreds of applications for the upcoming stamp series "True Stories of Woodland Friendship".
This one is totally autobiographical, circa 1978-1981, when I skated the rinks from Burlington to Mississauga, ON. Who else could Shoot the Duck? I loved my white leather Dominion skates with red wheels. Leave your own roller story in the comments!!
She'd been dancing Hula since she was 3 years old, following in the bare footsteps of her mother and aunties before her, but Haunani felt her true calling elsewhere. Lately, during performances at the hotel luaus, she was completely distracted and often couldn't even recall what dance was coming next. All she could think about was her secret project. It would only take about 4 or 5 more visits to old Mr.Ola at the Holualoa workshop for a final sanding and stringing, then the beautiful ukulele would be complete. She couldn't wait to surprise her father with it; she loved him so much and with this gift she hoped that he would give his blessing for her to attend the woodworking classes she so dearly dreamed of. To create, with her own hands, the instruments tha tmade the music of her life: that was her strongest desire.
Every day he woke up the farm, then fulfilled his destiny with various hens in the coop. He was feeling rather important and vital to operations until the pig next door pointed out that all the eggs left daily in one basket and there hadn't been any new chicks for months. It took a while for his tiny brain to sort it all out, but the gig was up: Rodney was just now realizing that he was a glorified alarm cock.
That's all for now, folks. I think I'm going to make 25 blocks altogether for a fun little quilt, so more are on the way!