Saturday, June 12, 2010

A Lark in the Garden, with Pictures

"O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing."
-   Dinah Maria Mulock Craik,

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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Skywatch Friday
June 11th, 20100

Sunset in the Similkameen Friday, June 4th, 2010

For more lovely skies - Skywatch Friday HERE.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

I had planned to incorporate this video with some garden pictures, but was so entranced by it I felt it could stand on its own as a beautiful interpretation of the Fibonacci principle and the Golden Ratio.

Tomorrow we'll stroll through the garden, if all goes well.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction.  It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.  ~Jean Giraudoux

"Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare
And left the flushed print in a poppy there." -   Francis Thompson

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

ABC Wednesday

The letter this week is the UBIQUITOUS U

We are sitting on the back step, Charles and I, having morning coffee.

I am pondering the letter U....

What do you think is a good word for the letter U, I sez to Charles.

Quick as a wink Charles sez to me "UNDERWEAR"

I ponder some more and I wonder what avenue of research I should follow?
Did he mean 'historically', or was he referring to underwear from a practical point of view - or was that a faint reminiscent gleam in his blue bedroom eyes I saw?

After cursorily Googling images of modern UNDERWEAR  and old time UNDERWEAR with my blinkers on I decided that I would make the following my contribution to the Letter U.

To enjoy more interpretations of the letter U visit ABC Wednesday here.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

In the last few days I have been putting in time, waiting for recovery updates of a loved one who has had major heart surgery.

I haven't been able to settle to anything.  I pick things up and put them down, - knit a few rows and then check the computer for news.

A basket of miscellaneous papers caught my eye, and while riffling idly through them my mind was distracted, first by those old familiar lines of Omar Khayyam typed on yellow copy paper in the days of the Underwood typewriter and Carbons.........

I sometimes think that never blows so red
the Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.

And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean -
Ah lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
Today of past Regrets and future Fears -
Tomorrow? - why, Tomorrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

I picked up a few more pages and came across an article by George Jonas on the subject of 'losing your past to the memory hole', and I remembered the rueful thoughts I had when I first read this...

"........what really irks is the gradual loss of the one thing that was supposed to be definitely yours: the past.  Well, whatever the good news, the bad news is your past is trickling down what George Orwell called the memory hole."

I remembered being amazed at my grandmother's memories of her early days and now I realize that the most recent memories are the first to slide down the memory hole so that you can never be sure if you are going up the stairs or down when you stop on the landing to contemplate what you are going for, but you remember with great clarity the name of the boy who kissed you in Grade One (Walter Ewenson)

I checked the computer again, - no news.

Here is a green folder with seven sock patterns, - I leafed through them curiously and admire some marked EXPERIENCED - terribly intricate, but nevertheless I dream.

I am getting a little bored with knitting the same pattern over and over for my Christmas project, - even changing the colours of heels and toes hasn't illuminated my interest, - but wait, - here is a pair knitted from  toe to top!!  I will go and look for the right size needles in a little while, if my enthusiasm lasts.

There are some knitted on one circular needle, and some knitted on two circular needles, but I think I will not push my luck, - I learned to knit socks when I was young and  the memory retrieval was at it's highest point!!

I dug a little deeper and came across some 10 pages graced with a three holed punch and held together with a large paper clip.    It is entitled "in the beginning:  two stories of creation"  and the pages are divided into two columns, one for each story.  I set it aside with plans to revive my memory and help sort out the ideas that beset me about traditional and post modern Christianity.

Time to check the e-mail again, and this time there was news, - not perfect news, but reassuring -  so that I felt energized and able to take up the day and leave my basket of papers for another time.  

My thoughts turned to the date - June 6th, the Anniversary of D Day, and the memories of that day when I was young and we were all aware of the bravery and courage and sacrifices the day demanded, as we left our work and went to the Cathedral to pray for the young men who held freedom in their hands, the freedom of the people of Europe and ultimately the freedom of the world.  And I gave thanks....