is actually the sound of rain this time, not me tinking my project for Clara.
It's been really nice to be able to sit here and listen to the rain against the cabin windows. Ollie and the snakes are hanging out outside in the puddles. Ollie has managed to convince them to act like a jet ski while he rides on their back. How does he get away with these things?
I'm working on Clara's gift, and I have about 20 rows left. Which doesn't seem like a lot and it isn't considering I had to tink and frog it a few times. So I have learned not to work on it while I am tired (should have known better in the first place anyways!)
So since most of the item is finished I've been looking at the rest of the parcel. I have the pattern chosen, the yarn, and a few other bits and bobs. I'll have to do some more thinking for the rest of the things.
Poor Clara must think I'm a right random wizette for asking about 20 questions that were relatively random. But she did answer them in good form and humour so something nice might come of them!
Right off I go to tell the snakes and Ollie to come in for some hot treats!
My patronus
The phoenix bird symbolizes immortality, resurrection and life after death.
The bird lives in Arabia, near a cool well. Every morning at dawn, the sun god would stop his chariot to listen to the bird sing a beautiful song while it bathed in the well.
Only one phoenix exists at a time. When the bird felt its death was near, every 500 to 1,461 years, it would build a nest of aromatic wood and set it on fire. The bird then was consumed by the flames.
A new phoenix sprang forth from the pyre. It embalmed the ashes of its predecessor in an egg of myrrh and flew with it to Heliopolis, "city of the sun," where the egg was deposited on the altar of the sun god.
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