In Memory.....

 

 

Loving Memory

 

Dorothy Emily Grace

 

By love they are remembered

 

and in memory they live

A bright day despite the rain and clouds

One would wonder at my great elation and enthusiasm on finding a new Wool Shoppe in Penticton - The Knotty Knitter.  Not only is it a NEW wool shop, it is the ONLY wool shop in Penticton, the town having been bereft of any place to buy yarn for the last seven years since an arsonist destroyed the one and only wool shop and so discouraged the owner

that she packed up and went back to Nova Scotia.

The reason one would be inclined to wonder why I should be so elated can be found in the garage, where each of the shelves that line the west wall are piled high with cones and balls and skeins and hanks and pre-wound warps - linen, silk, fine wool, worsted, handspun, 10/2 cotton, 8/2 cotton, 16/2 cotton in all shades and varying amounts - but no self-striping yarn that makes those marvelous colourful socks so much in demand by kids of all ages.!!!

It is only a long narrow strip of a store, but what treasures it contains!  Even roving for spinning, and I came home with a lovely pink braid - polwarth with a touch of silk, anxious to crowd off the brown llama thread that has almost filled the bobbin on the spinning wheel for ages, since one leg got loose and kept falling off.

But our youngest son, who kindly took me to Penticton the long way round, so I could take pictures,

 

 

also fixed the leg on the spinning wheel.  

So what should I do first?????

 

Cast on for a pair of fingerless texting gloves to accommodate one of the grandkids for Christmas, or a moebus scarf for which one ball of striped wool should be sufficient? Or should I put on a good DVD and spend the evening spinning????

 

 

Tomorrow the Berlin Philharmonic Digital Concert Hall features Reinhard Goebel conducting among other presentations, some Mozart and some Bach.  Eight p.m. Berlin time, but just over the noon hour here in B.C.  A lovely way to spend the time,

treadling the pedal.....

Our children, - all of them - are so very kind and caring and fun to be with, and Vincent also came with me to THE FLOWER SHOP - exotically dangerous and full of temptations,

only to be entered with blinders that hide the side view as you go

directly to the object you are there to buy.

 

It is not only dangerous but the owners are crafty, and right beside the check-out counter they have a wonderful array of bouquets at cut prices.  One of which we came home with!!!!

 

Gosh, a bright day despite the rain and clouds.....

 

 

ABC Wednesday

The Letter this week is L

L is for Limerick

A short, humorous, sometimes ribald, nonsense poem

 

consisting of five lines

 

with an anapestic metre  AABBA

 

popularized by Edward Lear in his 'Book of Nonsense'

 

 

 

and taken up by all sorts and conditions of men (and women)

 

some entertaining, and some really just awful!!!

 

Here are some good ones by Ogden Nash

 

Limerick One

 

An elderly bride of Port Jervis

Was quite understandably nervis,

Since her apple-cheeked groom,

With three wives in the tomb,

Kept insuring her during the Service.

 

Limerick Two

 

There was a young lady of Guam

Who peddled her charms, charm by charm,

Inspired, I suppose,

By the classical prose

Of W. Somerset Maugham.

 

Limerick Three

 

A lady from near Rising Sun,

She flattened her boy friend in fun,

Saying, Don't worry kid,

That's for nothing you did,

It's for something I dreamt that you done.

There are others which are really much too risqué to be included in a fine Meme like

ABC Wednesday

created by Mrs. Nesbitt and Loyally maintained by Roger Green and all the lads and lasses who

visit the participants.

 

Leap over to the loverly site to see what other Ls are lying in wait for you.

Farewell to September

September Field  Brian LaSaga

After a wild and stormy night the day dawns gently, albeit very moist.

On this last day of September,  a little melancholy, a little tender, I post today's rendering on

 'A Year of Being Here'........

 

 

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
remembers 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 evergreen 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 ever expected.

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

"September Meditation" by Burton D. Carley. © Burton D. Carley.