Sunday, October 20, 2019

Rutabaga

October 20th, 2019

Turnips for supper
(or Rutabaga if you must...)




I love their sweetness!

One year, when we were still farming 

and into planting vegetables,

as well as harvesting fruit,

we planted seven miles of rutabagas...

up one row and down another,

up another, and down the next



until we had completed seven miles of turnips.

We got a good price for them, too!

It was late in the season when we planted them,

probably  the end of July,

and we harvested them with the first frost.

Some in the family don't like turnips,

but I love them.

Somewhere I have a picture of Charles

cutting and tailoring the Rutabaga for market

to lend a bit of elegance to this homey vegetable

(I think perhaps it was on the movie camera  -

I seem to remember his movements, his grin,

and Candy, our favourite dog, coming to see

what he might be doing)

I ran across this little poem tonight,. by Laura Grace Weldon

who I think might have had the same fondness for 

rutabagas as I had, and that I encouraged amongst the children

although there are still some whose face goes

all funny when you mention 'turnips'

Rutabagas

 "you darken as my knife slices
blushing at what you become
I save your thick leaves,
your purple skin
to feed the cows.

A peasant guest at any meal
you agree to hide in fragrant stew
or gleam nakedly
in butter and chives

Though your seeds are tiny
you grow with fierce will
grateful for poor soil and dry days,
heave up from the ground
under sheltering stalks
and wait to sweeten with the frost.

Tonight we take you into our bodies
as if we do you a favor,
letting your molecules
become as higher being,
one that knows music and art.

But you share with us
what makes you a rutabaga.
Through you we eat sunlight,
taste the soil's clamoring mysteries,
gain your seed's perfect might."

There is enough left for supper tomorrow night..

mashed, and maybe heated with a

little butter and brown sugar.

Friday, October 18, 2019


Another beautiful October day

Autumn is stealing into the trees and shrubs

that line the little creek bed

at the back of the meadow across the lane!

I watch for the deer family

that have taken up residence there

but only occasionally see

the hind end of Mama,

and a peek at the little one.

If I were to spend more time in the garden,

putting it to bed;

gathering leaves and stalks to put

in the yard waste barrels;

and cutting back the herbs to bring in and dry,

well then I might see more of the deer family.....

If I should be weaving at the Le Clerc

I would be looking out the window

that faces on the meadow,

but right now I am doing Christmas Runners

and towels on the Glimakra,




and all I see out the window in that room

is the roof top of the neighbour's shed

and the walnut trees that tower over it.

Nobody picks the walnuts

but when the wind blows they end up in the lane

and my son-in-law rescues them,

shells them and puts the walnut meat in quart jars,

and one of these days I am going to 

sugar some, and put them away for Christmas!!

In the meantime I am making soup....

this morning's menu

Leek and Potato!!

Delicious.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Saturday, Ocober 12th, 2019

Well, this has really been quite a delightful day.

A quiet, serene daybreak
Blue skies and sunshine to follow....

The neighbour's trees are turning that lovely autumn yellow, - 
their leaves falling
whenever a little gust of wind arises
so that the garden spot I look out upon
is jeweled with ripe Golden Delicious apples
and crisp fall bits of scarlet from the Sumac.

This is not part of her garden, per se
but the small fenced yard has a randomness
that is quite lovely amongst all the ordered gardens
in the neighbourhood.
Some pine trees, a pretty climber against 
the garden shed, a bed of tomatoes, a picket fence
and a hiding spot for numerous street cats
that I am forevcer shooing away from my
numerous bird feeders.

I went shopping in the morning,
with my daughter-in-law, - and that was a pleasure.
We had time to talk and discuss plans for Thanksgiving dinner
and before we came home we put flowers in the Church
and we went and did our civic duty, and voted
for a federal representative. 
I was reminded of the days when I was younger
and quite often the Supervisor of the Vote
in the village.,
and it was diffetrent being 'just' a voter
and not part of the 'crew'....but fitting!

In the afternoon Charles' neice (my neice in law)
came to visit on her way home to the Fraser Valley 
after a short stay in the south Okanagan...
and that was a great pleasure too!
I always enjoy her visits,  and..
she brought Tim Bits with her (as well as a friend).....
 the remainder of the Tim Bits is still in the fridge,
and will be a delicious bite before bedtime!

Beautiful full moon tonight..
A gorgeous end to the day
as it sails over the mountain tops

As we celebrate Thanksgiving this weekend here in Canada
I find much to be thankful for!!!!





Saturday, October 05, 2019

Thoughts and meditations.....

'"He who has gone,
so we but cherish his memory,
abides with us, more potent, nay more present
than the living man.'"

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living."

Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)

I have been thinking a lot lately, - about life,
about the glorious living of it,
about life after,
and about how long this life is perpetuated by those of us 
who remember, and those of us
who care enough to preserve....'

A small excerpt from a long ago post inspired 
by what would have been my father's 110th birthday,
and the thoughts of preserving and passing on
the memories I have of him, --
and of all those dear ones who have 
gone on ahead of us....

And yet again I have been inspired to write of these
cherished ones by passing on some of my memories
of my father in conversation
with my youngest son who is visiting
from the Chilcotin.

As I grow more ancient I am sometimes anxiously aware
of this need to "pass along"
and I make a conscious effort to
tell stories, bring memories alive,
and label the great treasure of snapshots
we have accumulated over the years.






(Sometimes I wonder if I am a terrible bore - more of Grandma's
stories.  I'm sure I have heard that one before about lassoing
the gophers on the prairies....
sigh.....but I  persist and know that
someday they will be appreciated!!  I do
try to remember just who I have told this
story to before -- it helps when I see their
eyes glaze over!!!!!!)

I suppose that as long as I live here with
the cat and the dog for company
I will continue to talk to them
and sometimes to the dear one I
shared wedded bliss with....

He doesn't answer, but I know what
he would be thinking after
such a long and wonderful association.


Another October
and so far the sun has been shining
and the leaves have been donning
their autumn finery

I am looking forward to a drive in the hills!

Life is good...


Friday, October 04, 2019

Dorothy Emily Grace
"Dolly"


Sixty-two years since my mother died

Time passes
Memories fade
but Love is sustained forever

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Still Raining!

September 29th, 2019

Yes, still raining....

I should not complain - lawns love it, flowers love it, wonderful way to go into the winter.....

but September has certainly not been as my memories cherish it!!!

The leaves on the trees are so nourished with rain

they are stillgreen and flourishing

Just one lone tree in front of the City Hall is slowly turning golden,

and that may be because it is absorbing all the tax money

that citizens are turning in!!

However, - the weatherman forecasts sunshine for the coming week

so perhaps October will be dry, and sunny, and satisfy us with autumn colours!!

A visit from our youngest son, today

and while here he so kindlyand graciously

tucked himself under the Glimakra and for a number of hours

moved pegs from one treadle to another, - I think all eighty of them

so when I dress the loom in my brand new warp

I will have a brand new pattern to follow.

When I first met my husband, we talked about marriage, and family,

and decided we would have six children - 

(three and three with a little hiatus in between)

it was all a lovely dream..

He went overseas during the war, and did his thing with 

the wonderful Lancaster, - came home safely; 

we got married, and all our dreams started to come true!!

Even the six children - and we never regretted it!!!

(well, maybe there were a few moments of worry and frustration

over the years......part  of being a parent)

As I grow more ancient, 

I also grow more and more appreciative of the company of those

six wonderful children and their families.....

the things they do for me, 

and the care they give me.

And I bless them all......

Today I am most particularly grateful for the time spent under the loom

and even the raindrops that keep falling.

falling, falling........

and the snow that is half way down the mountain

so early in the year!

October is bound to be bright and colourful

as we enjoy an "Indian Summer"














Saturday, September 14, 2019

September 14th, 2019

Ah yes, - tomorrow we will be half way through September!

It's been a lovely month

and the garden has responded nicely;;;

the asters blooming

and the last of the barn flowers reaching heavenward




oh dear, it is such a jungle!

The lawn just loves the mild autumn weather

and of course, I should be outside while September is so kind

(next week the forecast is for rain, at least until Friday)

But no, - I have been inside at the loom

and now the four shaft Le Clerc is sitting naked

in the loom room, - the towels that clothed her

unrolled from the beam, washed, pressed and looking

forward to being hemmed as they hang on the

hallway railing....lovely fall collours to brighten

the house.



I am spending my weaving time in my bedroom,

where the big Glimakra lives.

finishing off a lovely black runner with a little

white overshot and a fantastic fringe  (which is

what attracted me to the draft in the first place).



I will post a picture when it is finished.

Sunday tomorrow, and I plan to get up and make scones

to feed any and all family who might come to visit!!!

And any that  are left

I will enjoy next week,

with tea, - while the rain comes down!!

My bones and the weatherman

are quite adamant

that this is going to happen.

I missed seeing the Harvest Moon last night

despite waking up numerous times

during the night,  but

the clouds had rolled in.

But here is Leon Redbone

and his wonderful Harvest Moon,

and that will bring me pleasure..

You too, I hope...





Monday, September 09, 2019

September 9th, 2019
Monday again!!!

The days are getting shorter --
8.00 p.m. and already the shadows have drawn in
and the evening begins to darken.

(Bruce can no longer see the cat who has been saucily sitting
on the shed roof, across the street,
challenging him to wear himself out barking....
and so the night is quieter, too!)

I have finished in the kitchen...
coffee on for early morning,
and in the hour or so before my youngest son
pops in to discuss our days
and say goodnight
I am planning to refamiliarize myself with the ukulele music
that the ladies are playing Tuesday mornings.

I have not been going to practice
over the summer.......
just strumming a bit over breakfast, here at home
and so I must remind myself how to pick, and strum the chords
and make sure everything is in tune.


 Here is my audience!!!

Out in the garden yesterday, and I picked a few of the last barn flowers and
some of the autumn crocus 




There won't be many more garden flowers to put on
the shelf that holds reminders
of the beloved,
although the sedum has not bloomed yet
and there are also the gloriously coloured
fall leaves



I found a few raspberries
and they perked up the breakfast cereal
deliciously.



When I am not in the garden, clearing away the wonderful remains of summer,
I am most often in the loom room...

Here are the towels I am making - I am on my fourth
and anxious to finish
so I can do another warp of these
amazingly beautiful fall colours....


Here is another rendition of September Song

by dear old Willie Nelson


Sunday, September 01, 2019

September

September 1st 2019

and a warm welcome to September.

..
my most favourite month!!!



This is the month that seems to me most like New Years

It is, as a matter of fact, the beginning of the year for me

and always has been!!

The excitement of September is only exceeded by the relief I feel

at having shut the door on August!!

This is the month the children, and mother, went back to school!

The month when all community activities started again, after a summer hiatus...

and with enthusiasm and great plans for the coming year.

This is the month when the sun was kind to us

and ceased shining upon us with broiling heat

while we struggled with fuzzy peaches

and pears whose state of maturity was always a mystery to me.

I am a glutton for knowledge, and learning

and after the children all finished grade school

I went back to college courses,

and to my weaving and spinning,

and the library

and bridge,

and music,

and all sorts of things to stir my enthusiasm.

In later years it was a time when Charles and I would indulge

in back road drives, and photography...

"Would you like to take a drive this afternoon?"  I would ask

and he was always willing and a great

participant with his fine eye as to what would make a great picture.

Here are some snaps we took on one of the last

of these afternoon adventures....





and another picture by Brian Lasaga 

Beautiful Autumn - painting by Alfred East 



And below is one that somewhat illustrates a book I am now reading, by 

Robert McFarlane, Stanley Donwood and Dan Richards

entitled "Holloway" (a sunken path)

"a route that centuries of foot-fall, hoof-hit

wheel- roll and rain-run have harrowed

deep into bedrock"

It is only a little mini book

but it contains a wealth of interesting

information, and the writing is intriguing.



I ran across this mindful poem, too....by Burton D. Carley

September Meditation

 I do not know if the seasons remember their history or if the days and
nights by which we count time remember their own passing;
I do not know if the oak tree remembers its planting or if the pine
renenbers its slow climb toward sun and stars.

I do not know if the squirrel remembers last fall's gathering or if the
bluejay remembers the meaning of snow.
I do not know if the air remembers September or if the night remembers
the moon.

I do not know if the earth remembers the flowers from last spring or if
the evergreeen remembers that it shall stay so.

Perhaps that is the reason for our births - to be the memory for creation.

Perhaps salvation is something very different than anyone expected.

Perhaps this will be the only question we will have to answer;
"What can you tell me about September?"

Well, if this is so, I will have nothing but good to say about

September - this lovely month.

When one gets to be as old as dirt the Septembers
remaining for one to enjoy are perhaps a little limited,
so I expect to put my heart and soul
into this one!!!

Here is a little warp I am in the midst of putting
on the loom
for a run of hand towels for various family kitchens...


September colours of red and rust and yellow

and a woollen shawl I just finished

to ward off the winter weather.



Happy September!!!!







Saturday, August 24, 2019

Saturday night!
August 24th, 2019

Well, I won't be going dancing tonight!  

And I am having a small hiatus from weaving...

(to give my right knee a little rest from the #2 treadle - 

the knee I hurt water skiing, - a self inflicted wound

inspired by a bout of egoism)

I considered a short session 

of Candy Crush

but decided in favor of a good book!

one that I can take to bed with me....

I have been re-reading Loren Eiseley lately

and am almost finished

"The Firmament of Time"

Probably just about a couple of dozen pages.

Just right to finish before the head starts to nod

and the eyes close

and the book falls

and I waken with a start

and start reading again

but I probably don't absorb the last few pages

and there, I'll have to do it all over again!!! 

This is a book I bought from Thrift Books.

A collection of Essays (or lectures)

beautiful prose, - easy to read

and very thought provoking.

Loren Eiseley was seventy

when he died in 1977

so there have been a number of more recent books

written on anthropology

but I doubt if any of them tell too much more

about man's scientific thoughts

on the nature of the world.

I find that "time is of the essence" these days

in many of the things I hope to do

and so I think it behooves me to take Bruce

out for his before-bed business,

and let Callie in for treats.....

and take myself to bed, together with

"The Firmament of Time".


Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Flirting with Melancholy

Tuesday, the
21st of August
2019

A melancholy day....

The sun didn't shine

and the day lacked any great enthusiasm!

The weaving went well,

but still it didn't inspire a little pool of joy....

What was it that so affected the day?

Well of course, perfectly normal...

"You"ve had these melancholy days before", I told myself.

And so I carried on

feeling kind of sad and aimless

and I found this great, sorrowful video

that you might like to listen to

if you should happen to hit a 'melancholy' day


that's Hauser on the left 

I recognize him for his lip accompaniement

to his lovely music

Here he is playing Albinino's Adagio


still very sorrowful

but so beautiful!

Cheer up, I whisper.....

tomorrow's another day!

Sunday, August 18, 2019

August 18th, 2019

Another pleasant Sunday!

Early rising, and a few hours spent with the birds, over breakfast...

some reminiscing about days gone by, mainly inspired by this

wonderful picture of my love which appeared somehow on Facebook,

as a memory, I presume, as it was taken on the 18th of August, 2011....

A Sunday afternoon, I believe


Lingering over coffee and sweet memories, finally I stirred myself

to go and get ready for an enjoyable outing - luncheon with friends

to say farewell and God Speed to one who has reached the age

when she needs to be closer to her family, - as much as she will be missed here...

I got out my new blue summer dress and my staid white shoes that remind

one of fancy runners, but are just the thing for old ladies with canes!!! 

And off I went - driven by No. 1 Son-in-law!

An enjoyable lunch - somehow I don't get out as much as I did at one time,

when I was younger

So it was rather special.

When we left the restaurant there was an "old fellow"

at the door, and he was driving

a bright red cart, enclosed in a cabin,

 with a very large windshield

and side mirrors that enabled him to see oncoming traffic

and he told me that you can drive

one of these wonderful contraptions

without a licence!!!!

It was the general census of opinion

that I should go right out and buy one of these,

but realism prevailed 

and I decided that wonderful as it was

this cart was made for people in their eighties

and probably people in their nineties

are better depending on generous, sweet, offspring

who will cheerfully drive one around!!!

Well, that settled that, and I came home

and made a Crazy Chocolate Cake

(as in days of yore when there was always a cake

in the "Cake Drawer" for hungry children...)

In a 9x13 pan you put

three cups of flour, two cups of white sugar, one teaspoon of salt
two teaspoons of baking soda and
one half a cup of cocoa.  Mix it up a bit.

Make three wells,
and in one pour three quarters of a cup of vegetable oil,
in another three tablespoons of vinegar
and in the last two teaspoons of vanilla.

Pour two cups of cold water over all
and mix  well with a fork!!!

Bake until done in 350 degree oven
probably about 35-40 minutes
but watch it, - not called Crazy for nothing!!!

If you don't want that much chocolate cake
you can divide the recipe in half
in an eight by eight pan
and it will be just as delicious.


You don't really have to fancy it up

but a nice, thick, gooey icing is nice!

Saturday, August 10, 2019

August 10th, 2019

After a week of terribly hot weather

this was to have been 

a lazy Saturday, -

but you know how it is when it comes to

the schemes of mice and men going aft a-gley.....

it seems that also applies to old ladies with string, too!

I was so close to the end of the warp

I thought I would just finish off the last towel

I have been working on.

Which I did....

but the day's work didn't end there!

The end of a warp inspires one 

to unwind the beam, and stretch out the weaving

in the hallway...

and then, of course, one must examine

the whole thing for errors,

snip off the bits and pieces of thread,

and you might just as well throw it in the washing machine

and get that over with!!

An hour or so over the shower curtain

in the bathroom, 

and surely the fabric was dry enough

to press and cut apart!!!

By this time it is getting close to supper time...

but enthusiasm is not to be denied,

and here are a half a dozen blue towels,

hanging in the hallway,



The weather lady promised

and we are having a wonderful thunder and lightning show

in celebration.

A fitting end to a hot, hot week!

Bruce is at my feet - and Callie

is hiding in the closet

but I revel in the wonderful smell of rain,

and the windows and doors are all wide open!!

Here is Yundi playing Chopin's Raindrop Prelude

Lovely - enjoy!




Tuesday, August 06, 2019

August

August 6th, 2019


August

by Lizette Woodworth Rease

No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.
On either side, smitten as with a spell
of silence, brood the fields;  in the deep grass,
edging the dusty roads,lie as they fell
handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush;
but long the orchard fence and at the gate,
thrusting their saffron torches through the hush,
wild lilies blaze, and bees hum soon and late.
Rust coloaured the tall straggling briar, not one
rose left.  The spider sets its loom up there
close to the roots, and spins out in the sun
a silken web from twig to twig.  The air
is full of hot rank scents.  Upom the hill
Drifts the noon's single cloud, white, glasring, still.

We are well into August, and the hot, hot days that make it such a sultry month.  

The routine seems to be to keep the house cool, the garden well watered, 
and to find a shady spot out back for a late afternoon cooling drink
and a light read to go with it!

I start the day while it is still cool(ish)
in the loom room
threading the Glimakra, -

that weaving task that requires the most concentration
and morning is the time
most suited to my easily distracted
ninety-four year old brain!!!

A few bookish chores to do
on the computer
(bill paying day)
and I am ready to relax,
somewhere shady,
away from August's sulphurous heat,
where I can watch the butterflies
and the big fat bees,
and the hummingbirds,
as they delight and gorge themselves
on all the sunny late summer
flowers.




The weather man says
each day this week
will be warmer than the last,
and we will have to wait until Saturday
for refreshing showers.

Still, the village is full of happy, hot
vacationers.
Over the long August week-end
the usual pancake breakfast,
a wondrous car show
(I hear from those who attended), -
a reunion of the
Sober Motorcyclists

and the Ashnola valley
full of happy campers..
in the woods beside the creek,
dipping their toes and their fishing rods
into the water,
for all it has to offer....

(minnows, small trout, and tingling toes)

Oh August, what's but to love you....

But I love September more.......




Sunday, August 04, 2019

August 4th, 2019 - the circle of life








"The door to the past is a strange door.  It swings open and things pass through it, but they pass in one direction only.  No man can return across that threshold, though he can look down still and see the green light waver in his watery weeds"

Loren Eiseley,  "The Snout"  (The Immense Journey)

Looking for inspiration I found in the past a blog entry written on August 4th, 2009
 - ten years ago!

It seemed appropriate as I am re-reading Loren Eiseley...

The Unexpected Universe
The Star Thrower
The Immense Journey

For a time the Immense Journey was the only Eiseley books on the shelf,  having passed his other books to family, hoping to share with them his wisdom and philosophy.  However, through Thrift Books I have been able to obtain copies of those books I once gave away - (never expecting to live so long that I would want to once again be inspired!!!!)

Here is what I said about Loren Eiseley when I was ten years younger, - he seems to be a revolving wheel in my life, - someone whose philosophy overtakes me every decade, when life grows mundane!

August 4th, 2009

"Loren Eiseley seems passe now, as far as the library is concerned at any rate.  He was still searching for the Secret to Life when he wrote about the endless mysteries in his own experiences, and meditating on the long past.

An anthropoligist, an imaginative naturalist and a master of prose and poetry, Loren Eiseley fired my imagination and my searching soul.

"When the human mind exists in the
light of reason and no more than reason,
we may say with absolute certainty
that Man and all that made him
will be in that instant gone."  Loren Eiseley

From his Biographical Notes....

"Loren Corey Eiseley was born on Sept. 3, 1907, in Lincoln, Nebraska.  Eiseley learned much from his parents, both of whom were descendants of pioneers.  From his mother, Daisy Corey, an amateur artist, he gained an immense appreciation for the beauty of natural structures and creatures.  From his father, Clyde Edward Eiseley, once an itinerent Shakespeare actor, he acquired the sensitivity and expression of a poet.  In addition, the Plains environment in which he spent his childhood stimulated his interest in anthropology with its salt flats, ponds, and the mammoth bones and fossil collections of the Unversity of Nebraska museum.

Loren Eiseley died on July 9, 1977.

Eiseley described himself as "the fox that sits at the edge of the woods"....

He was admired by W.H. Auden, described as a modern day Thoreau, and yet the discoveries of recent times have dimmed his light somewhat.

Neverthless, as I run my hands along the shelves, looking for something to read, invariably I pause at Loren Eiseley - he writes of his wonderful natural philosophy with such eloquence."

There are many quotes, but the one that I continually marvel at concerns water, - the water that turns my stiff weaving, as it comes off the loom, into soft and luxurious fabric, -   magically changed by its immersion..

"If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water."


Friday, July 26, 2019

July 26th, 2019

I rise early this morning.

Five a.m. and already the morning light surprises my opening eyes.

It is still, - no breeze, but a  squirrel is stirring

the leaves of the elderberry outside

my bedroom window.

I consider another hour under the covers

but these morning hours are so contemplative

and the thoughts of coffee, and a quiet hour or two

before the day takes over

draws me from my bed.

I call to Bruce, who is as eager as I to start the day,

and he rushes down the hall and out into the back garden

his nails clicking on the floor, and Baby, his comfortable bear

in his mouth,

When he comes in we have a little conversation

about the dog groomer who is coming to pay him a business visit

today, and restore his orderly and gentleman appearance.

We are so pleased to have found a "traveling groomer"

as since I stopped driving he has missed going to see Jennifer

who in the past has attended to his doggy needs...

bath, a pedicure, shave and a haircut!!!!!

And he had become a most roguish dog, - his top knot

disorderly, and his hair long and shaggy.  And in need of a shampoo!!

But look at him now!!!!

Well, I didn't mean to just write about Bruce...

I spend the morning winding the rest of the towel warp

and beaming it on to the loom with the aid of two large heavy books

and a vinegar jar full of water, tied to the end of the warp

to provide the tension for winding it on the back beam.

Finished just as lunch time loomed

and the dog groomer arrived....

and here are the results of his visit!!!!!



We spent the afternoon outside in the shade, reading,

with a mister going beside the rocker, to cool the air....

Callie, and Bruce and me.






Monday, July 22, 2019

Monday, July 22nd, 2019

A Recharge Day

Well, that's how I like to think of it, anyway.

It gives the day some meaning

instead of it being a day during which I did

almost nothing!!!

I can remember those days

(very infrequent)

many years ago

when the children would be off to school

and Charles off about his own business

and I would do JUST NOTHING

except dream, and make plans, 

and look at recipes and home decor ideas.

And that's about how it was today!!

I made sure the birds were fed

and the plants watered,

and I did scrub up the fountain lady

who is inclined to get a slimey goo on her

from the water that flows from the flower at her shoulder.

Pristine when she first came to grace our garden

(a gift from our third son and his wife)

but not so much now, and I am looking for ways

to restore her back to her original pure condition.

Well, these lackadaisical days are not a total loss -

they are often an inspiration and a wonderful spirit charger!!!

I rearranged all my cotton, and lined up some beautiful blues

for a new warp to dress the newly naked loom

from which I took this puckered scarf.



And I laid out some knitting instructions

for children's mitten and toques

which I thought would make nice Christmas gifts.

The do-nothing mode has followed me into the evening

but I must go out, after a hot, hot afternoon

and check that everything will get through the night 

without getting thirsty.

Here is Callie, the Cat,

come to keep me company as she usually

does in the evening

when I am at the computer.

A welcome guest except when she

lays a paw on the keyboard

and the screen is full of

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

or  ssssssssssssssssssssss

So will she come out with me into the cool

of the evening garden?

If so, she will probably find a leafy spot

to lie in and won't come back

until it's treat time and we all get

ready for bed!

Tomorrow I am going to the library

to take back a DVD

"Bird Song".

(a sweet love story)

I need no books, having found in my mail box

a  wonderful shipment from the Thrift Store ----

Two  Loren Eiseley books

"The Star Thrower"  and "The Unexpected Universe"

and Nevil Shute's "A Town Called Alice"

All of them re-reads from the past

but books that meant so much to me in those

early years when the children were small

and I snatched time to read from those wonderful busy days!

on another note.......

Here is the Rose of Sharon

the star of the garden right now....