Easter

Break the box and shed the nard;

Stop not now to count the cost;

Hither bring pearl, opal, sard;

Reck not what the poor have lost;

Upon Christ throw all away:

Know ye, this is Easter Day.

Build His church and deck His shrine,

Empty though it be on earth;

Ye have kept your choicest wine—

Let it flow for heavenly mirth;

Pluck the harp and breathe the horn:

Know ye not 'tis Easter morn?

Gather gladness from the skies;

Take a lesson from the ground;

Flowers do ope their heavenward eyes

And a Spring-time joy have found;

Earth throws Winter's robes away,

Decks herself for Easter Day.

Beauty now for ashes wear,

Perfumes for the garb of woe,

Chaplets for dishevelled hair,

Dances for sad footsteps slow;

Open wide your hearts that they

Let in joy this Easter Day.

Seek God's house in happy throng;

Crowded let His table be;

Mingle praises, prayer, and song,

Singing to the Trinity.

Henceforth let your souls always

Make each morn an Easter Day.

Gerard Manley Hopkins 1866

On Easter Day the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamer.  ~Douglas Horton

Pamela Kemke Digital Art

He takes men out of time and makes them feel eternity.  

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

See the land, her Easter keeping,

Rises as her Maker rose.

Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,

Burst at last from winter snow

Earth with heaven above rejoices...  

~Charles Kingsley

Ye sleeping buds, break

Open your green cerements, and wake

To fragrant blossoming for His sweet sake.  

~Margaret French Patton

Alfred Sisley

Easter Blessings

Skywatch Friday


A day in the life of the Similkameen Sky


5.55 a.m., and already a cloud has put one toe tentatively into the new day, on the wrong side of the bed!

7.01 a.m., and there is a tender rainbow in the west, - promises, promises...

The afternoon brings blue skies and alabaster clouds.

And in the evening the stillness of a glittering moon.

To see what the skies are doing in other parts of the world slip over to Skywatch Friday, here.

ABC Wednesday

K is for Kokanee




If you are a quick listener this video about salmon spawning is most interesting, - if not, relax and enjoy the scenery and the picture images.

The Okanagan and North Thompson areas in British Columbia are famous for their spawning streams and rivers.  In September and October each year the local creeks, such as the one in Hardy Falls National Park near Peachland, are bright with  Kokanee returning to their place of birth to spawn, and then to die.

Creeks of all sizes are full of this desperate stream of fish, struggling against the flow to reach their spawning grounds.

The Adams River, which flows out of the Adams lake is home to the worlds largest Sockeye and Kokanee salmon run. 

A watchful eye is kept on the returning salmon run, and when it is at its peak in September or October the riverbank is crowded with onlookers to this most amazing and colourful migration.

This is not an easy journey and there are many obstacles in the way of the homecoming fish.  To assist the Kokanee and other salmon to reach their destination 'fish ladders' have been built and installed in especially difficult spots.

Fish Ladders on the Fraser River

Fish ladders built on the Fraser River have enabled millions of salmon to overcome a physical barrier, demonstrating the value of fish ladders as an effective way to modify dams. Though the Fraser River mainstem has never been dammed, human carelessness caused a near-blockage of the river in 1913. In that year, rock debris from railway construction at Hell's Gate stopped thousands of salmon from travelling up the Fraser's mainstem to spawn. Salmon runs on the Upper Fraser were decimated in the years that followed. In 1946, Canadian and American funds were used to build elaborate fish ladders at Hell's Gate, which saved many runs from extinction and allowed fish stocks to rebuild. Though the ladders were built to overcome a human blunder, they illustrate the good that can come when people intervene to improve fish passage upstream. Thanks in part to these efforts, the Fraser is still the greatest salmon river on earth. from the Internet.... On a more personal note, amongst the first stories Charles told me about his home and the Okanagan Valley was the autumn adventures on small spawning streams that flowed from the hills of the Okanagan into the lake. They called the fish 'Kickaninnies', and if the creek was small enough the boys could stand with a foot on each side and bending over scoop up the fish with their hands. For more stories about the letter K visit here, at ABC Wednesday. Fish ladders on the Fraser River at Hell's Gate. (Photo: Rick

A bit of this, a bit of that...

I am at the door this afternoon, camera in hand, and I call to the man in the back room "I am just going out to take some pictures while the sun is shining".

Down the stairs and six steps along through the garden, and the sun disappears behind a cloud - wispy in spots, but not where the sun is now!

Three days left in March, and recalling the lamb-like way the month entered it is quite apparent March is calling up its most lion like demeanor to make a roaring exit.

Neverthless, it has been rather a sweet month and spring has taken advantage of this and established residence, at least for a time.

Eventually the cloud that hid the sun drifted off and I was able to snap the apricot blossoms and the spring-clad trees, as well as a few pictures of Life in the Garden.

The tree at the bottom of the lane

Early spring bloom on the Apricots

Buds on a bleeding heart

The Hellebores prepare to say goodbye while the Perennial Alyssum  can hardly wait to burst into bloom.

As I was coming home from church this morning Sid and Sharon and the two dogs and their dear grandson, Corbin, were out chasing the wind around, throwing a bright red ball which Corbin and the dogs retrieved enthusiastically - the dogs had the advantage, but I think Corbin had the most fun.

Or maybe Grandma and Grandpa did????

I get to play the organ on Easter Sunday (and on Good Friday too) and I have been vacillating between practicing sombre music and joyous preludes.

I found a wonderful version of 'Morning has Broken' in the stacks of old music and thought it might make a nice Postlude change from the Messiah Hallelujahs.

And considering This and That, I am really pleased that Blogger has made new templates available, and love the one I have chosen.  For now, anyway.  There is a nice varied choice and I am finding it easy to manipulate images - check it out.

If (when) Charles continues with his blog of early days I will treat him to a look see and update

'From the Back Pasture'.

Skywatch Friday

A picture from the past.

A summer sky in the Similkameen.

More sky pictures from around the world here, at Skywatch Friday.

The Colours of Spring

It is late in the afternoon when I suggest to Charles that we make a foray into Spring and discover how the season progresses down the Valley (where it is a smidgen earlier and where the buttercups and yellowbells first dot the hills).

We turn left at the end of the lane, on to the highway, but at the first opportunity we take a side road that follows the river to Cawston.

We round the corner by the park, where a forsythia bush is glowing in the afternoon sun,

and take the road down to Ginty's Pond.

The sun catches the disintegrating bullrushes with a luminous glow

as if they were held from below as fairy flares.

The road is lined with scarlet willow

until we come to an open patch of meadow on the left,

where the sap is rising sweetly in the shrubs

that border the pond.

As we turn at the end of the road the hills across the river

fold green above us.

and an old gnarled evergreen dominates the pasture beneath it

More gloriously vibrant shrubs align the

bullrushes that clog the water

Great tall trees in the midst of dressing themselves in Spring's tender greenery

and then a radiant grove of birch, smooth as satin

and intertwined with red willow

A last glimpse of the brilliant new growth in the pond

and two nesting Teals

and we turn and follow the road to the Upper Bench

where the peach trees are promising an imminent show of pink blossoms

and the hills are green and verdant.

As we drive through the orchards blocks of apricot trees

are blooming tentatively in the face of a late spring frost.

We go the long way home and stop to watch the calves below us

where the fields are green and the creek snakes along the edge

We turn back to the highway, crossing a small bridge that spans the creek.

The willows that follow its course are as spectacular today

as they were in all their fall finery, and the dried grasses whisper in the spring breeze.

We come home to happy hour and the gold of daffodils

and a lovely hour of piano music provided by

our oldest son, who followed us up the lane!

And full of awe at the stirrings of life and the beauty

that accompanies it.

ABC Wednesday

J is for Jabberwocky.

The poem

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

The Glossary for this 'glorious nonsense' poem which Lewis Carroll included in his tale of Alice, "Through the Looking Glass" can be found here. and more wonderful interpretations of the splendid letter 'J' can be found here at ABC Wednesday, hosted by Mrs. Nesbitt and her kind helpers.

The full Rainbow as taken by David, our son - a supplement to Skywatch Friday posting.

Do click to enlarge and enjoy.

Making over the Garden or What C.A. and Cam accomplished in one Short Day

Well, it was a sweet, pale sunrise, - nothing spectacular or flashy - just an endearing and demure beginning to what the weatherman promised would be a pleasant day.

We lingered over breakfast, waiting for Cam and Cindy Anne to arrive with their garden gloves and shovels, - a lovely gesture from our oldest granddaughter and her husband.

And when they came what miracles they performed. One forgets how energetic the forties are, - how easy it is to dig and and how speedy it is divide the plants and conquer the coutch grass and the underground Chinese Lantern Subway when the roots of its line show up....

Cindy Anne digs up the Barn Flower

Divides it, and puts it into plastic bags - some to take home,

some to entice other people to plant it in their gardens....

and some Cam and Charles transplanted to other parts of the garden.

After lunch we divided and bagged up some more perennials

to give the garden plants room to expand.

And then we went and gathered up

the two table looms

for C.A. and one of her students,

both of them eager to weave

and me,

so happy to send them where they will be used

and cherished and bring two more weavers

into the fold!!

And the dear girl relieved me of some of the wool stash too!!!

Altogether a most satisfactory day.

I took some pictures of the daffodils and violets and the emerging blooms

on the forsythia

The rest of the eager and vibrant plants

I will put here

In the Garden Diary.

Skywatch Friday

March 19th, 2010

A progressive rainbow in the Similkameen.....

It is a dark day, promising nothing but clouds and rain and wind.

I look up from the sink full of soapy water, off to the north where the sky is lighter than it is in the south, - and there it is.

A lovely bright rainbow hugging the tops of the mountains. By the time I get the camera it has lost some of its brilliance.

This is a catch as catch can show and progressively it gets fainter as the moments pass.

A few hundred yards down the hill our son was able to capture the complete rainbow, stretching close to the horizon across the northern end of the valley.

Lovely way to start the day!

For more interesting skies visit here, at Skywatch Friday.

ABC Wednesday

I is for Inch Worm

Visit ABC Wednesday here to see what else 'I' represents, with thanks to Mrs. Nesbitt and her kind helpers.

Closing the Circle

I spent a few hours this afternoon out with the looms and the wool stash and all the bits and pieces that weavers need in their business. Shuttles and heddles and ball winders and threaders, beaters and spindles and swifts and books. A goodly shelf of books, and a whole cupboard of Handwoven and Spin-Off magazines.

And the stash, - great huge see through containers and baskets and bags, all stuffed full of thin wool, thick wool, silks and cottons. Cones and thrums and pre-wound warps - and all of them speaking of a half a lifetime of weaving.

I was just past the first flush of family when I became passionate about weaving. The sheep we had were inspiring, and I tied fleeces willingly at shearing time in order to save the longest and finest and prettiest for my new spinning wheel and the dyepot that accompanied it.

I gathered dye materials from the hills and the garden and the grocery store. I experimented with mordents and was fascinated by the gorgeous and varied shades they produced.

I bought an Inkle loom and we made frame looms of different sizes, - I read everything I could get my hands on to learn the intricacies of more advanced weaving, and as I did so I shared the knowledge with others who were full of enthusiasm too. There were no local Weaving Guilds but for a few years there were others who were excited about weaving on primitive looms, and we shared what we knew.

Probably the flower children who worked in our orchard and the turnip field passed along more ways of doing things and more delightful ideas for what to weave and how to do it.

Finally I bought my first table loom, - a LeClerc Dorothy, and then a jack loom that opened the window wide on blankets and scarves and tablecloths and light rugs and I was in my glory....

After we moved from the farm to the village Charles and I bought an eight harness countermarche loom, and he became a very important part of the weaving studio with such wonderful inventiveness and practical wood working. He made sectional beams for both the floor looms and creels and the most ingenious tensioner and a counter for winding bobbins. We had as great room on the lower floor that accommodated both the floor looms and equipment, and a spare bedroom for the ever growing stash of wool.

Ah, now we come to the crux of the matter, - that enormous stash of wool that filled my dreams with plans for projects, - all sorts of intricate patterns and threadings and treadlings and all these yarns would eventually be woven into beautiful weavings.

Alas, time and energy seem to sometimes be at cross purposes with our dreams, and sometimes dreams turn into stress that lies unconscious under all our plans.

And so I have come to this time when I must face reality and share all the yarns (except for some lovely silk that I may take to the grave with me!) with younger, more energetic people who are knitters or weavers or crocheters, but who all cherish the passion for fabric or creating.

I have found an eager home for two table looms and all their accoutrement's. My knees outgrew the countermarche a few years ago when lying on the floor tying up heddles was no longer exciting, but almost impossible. Someone is coming to take away the rug wools and warps, and I know that shoppers at the Bargain Centre will be happy with my other yarn offerings.

I will keep my first Jack Loom - it is warped and anxious to have a lovely weft flying back and forth. And besides, Charles has not yet made that fly shuttle that he planned, just for the satisfaction of creating it....

The circle holds so many memories, and I will close it to where I first started, holding the memories safe and sure and secure within its lovely bounds.