Bad Blogger

I've been very bad lately about neglecting my blog. I promise to try to attempt to make myself be more diligent...hehe. Anywhos, I've been very busy lately making lots & lots of new critters. I'll be posting new pics soon on my facebook page: www.facebook.com/MirandasCritters if you care to take a look. I am much more responsible when it comes to keeping it up-to-date.

Yesterday, I finished putting the patina on several new critters, including: Marshmallow Smores Bear, Spring Turtle, Fat Cat 2 with Ball of Yarn, Butterball Owl Hootie, Squeaks the Mouse & a little CF (Christi Friesen) inspired sea turtle. I also sculpted a Squirrel on a stump w/ Nuts that is waiting to be baked with some Hootie pendants.

I'll be heading to the post office today to mail out my original Fat Cat #1--Zoey commissioned piece. Here are some pics for your viewing pleasure. (BTW, if you happen to use any of my photos, for reproduction or to copy my work, please contact me first & at the very least shoot some credit my way...thanks!)

My Image Of Heaven by Miranda Farrand

"My Image of Heaven" by Miranda Farrand

Deep blue-green leaves of river bottom trees reach
protective hands across the breadth of the tiny creek.
Swirling puffs of dandelion fluff float on the warm
summer breeze, reminiscent of a fairy tale scene.

Hungry fish splish & splash after unwary bugs,
Creating wrinkles in the clear, cool waters.
Tiny ripples form on the current, sweeping the
river's face clean of leaves & dust.
Crawdads & darters inch their way along the bottom,
dashing and scurrying from pebble to pebble.

Dragonflies flit from plant to plant,
never stopping but a moment to rewind.
Bees nestle amongst the petals of wildflowers galore,
applying their make-up of yellow powder.

Cicadas whirl and chirp,
blocking out the subtler sounds of the birds' songs,
taking the main stage in Nature's ever-present symphony.

I've been away....

I've been away for so long due to computer problems and am just now surfacing after checking hundreds of emails. I have been very busy with my poly clay critters in the meantime though. Hopefully, I'll be able to post pictures of them very soon.

I think I'll share a another poem while we wait...

Trickle, Trickle, Plink, Plink
by Miranda Farrand

What's that sound I hear?
Trickle, trickle, plink, plink,
The sound of rain dripping from the trees.

Sweet spring has found me here,
Biding my time till winter has eased by.

Overhead, clouds gather, thunder rumbles,
and the heavens pour;
Eaves overflow and puddles form.

Over in a flash, out pops the sun,
Dries up the flood.

Up from the mud flowers sprout and bud,
Unfurling their beauty for the summer days to come.

"Not Yet Spring" A poem by Miranda Farrand

I thought I would take a moment to share another poem from my personal collection of ideas & ramblings. I've been basking in the cool pre-spring sun for most of the week. I know being a resident of Ohio, that the weather is a fickle beast; springing from sunny brilliance to cloudy coolness in what seems a blink of the eye. So, while today I enjoyed the sun's tender rays & the cool breeze, tomorrow may bring a snow shower before April walks in the door....or after. Regardless, I plan to enjoy whatever the heavens bring...I hope you do to!

"Not Yet Spring" by Miranda Farrand

It's not yet March but warm breezes start to blow,
Inciting memories of warm sun and flowers galore.

Walking along the sidewalk I inhale phantom scents of fruit-tree blossoms,
An impossible reckoning as nary a tree yet sports so much as a leaf.

The smells and beauty of spring linger in my mind as the sun settles down
In the night sky for a well-earned rest.

In anticipation of another pleasant day,
I adorn myself in colors gay; azure, pink & yellow,
Only to be greeted by more snow showers!

A blustery chill is now in the air,
But I won't allow my mind to linger there.

Instead, it drifts briefly on clouds of blue,
Then on to the daffodils that display their sunny hue.

It's not long now before nature renews
What has been sleeping peacefully all winter through.

Happy Belated St. Patrick's Day

Hi All,

I hope the luck of the Irish (or even better since the Irish seemed to be plagued with some questionable luck..hehe). I do have a rather high percentage of Irish blood flowing through my American veins. That must be where I get my whimiscal artistic fun-loving attributes from :)

I'm sharing some pictures of another St. Paddy's Elliephant (little bitty one) and a Leprechaun Lucky Pot. I'll have another treasure to share as soon as a clay contest is concluded at the end of March. Enjoy!

Leprechaun Treasure Box $20

Leprechaun Treasure Box $20

Lil Lucky Elliephant $15

Lil Lucky Elliephant back side $15

New Critters want attention!

I messed around with a new way to take pics of my critters yesterday utilizing a link that I saw on one of the clay yahoo groups that I belong to. I think it would have worked out better had the sun been shining & the paper that I used as a backdrop had not had crayola watermarks on it..hehe. Hope you enjoy my new little dudes:



Easter Ellie #2

Easter Ellie #2

Ralph

Ralph back side

Ryan (commissioned piece for cake topper)

Ryan (Commissioned piece for cake topper)



Winter Ellie #2

Winter Ellie #2 Back side





Tastes Like Chocolate #2



Tastes Like Chocolate #3

Tastes Like Chocolate #3 side-view

Fairy Imaginings by Miranda Farrand

Thought I would share a March inspired poem that I wrote a few years ago. Spring always seems to bring out the muse in me. Must be the whole rebirthing thing or something :)

"Fairy Imaginings"

Lying on my back on the grassy bank of a gurgling brook

My eyes gaze out at the clouds that float overhead

Setting my mind free to float on the current of a gentle breeze.

My fingers idly play with clover blossoms that abound

In wide swept abandon over the hills and dells.

Little scenes drift through my wondering mind

Drawing me into a fantasy realm

Of princesses on white horses, fairy lords, & clan chieftains

Bedecked in tartans of red and gold.

A time where rosy-cheeked maidens tended to flocks of woolly sheep

And children scampered through shamrock-carpeted glens

In search of the end of the rainbow

Harboring the wee Leprechaun's gold.

A land of yore carved out of centuries of woe

Brandished with courage as the tales unfold

Encouraged by a wee spot of ale on a cold Ireland morn.