Painted eggs

                                              I grabbed the plastic in my hand
                                                 In the other hand I held the needle
                                              I boldly dabbled on the canvas
                                                  And here the chickens hatched
                                                    From my colourful Easter eggs

    Maybe I am not the best at writing poems and rhymes but you can not be good at everything.
Sometimes I really wonder what I am good at?
Writing is not going to get me going, I play a little on the piano, but it does not pull me to the instrument right now, and I will not mention singing anymore.
Cooking,baking - better to forget.
But I know I love working in the garden most, planting vegetables and flowers wherever possible and sewing.
I like when there is a small cross on a blank white canvas and then the next and next and ... the whole coloured picture.

  Friends come to me and shake their heads in disbelief:
-This is really you sewing.I would not have patience.
And when I figure out that I did something on crochet or I knit on knitting it doubts where it is from me.
I am not a patient person, and here I am sitting for hours and embroidering something.

For some time the chicks were lying on the bottom of the drawer and waited patiently to give way to knitting work.
This blue waited very long since November,

then around the beginning of December appeared his colleague,

and a few weeks ago all four were ready.

And it barely hatched and it has already escaped!