Saturday, November 02, 2013

Melancholy November

I have always found November to be a very melancholy month.  This morning it rained - a damp. disconsolate mist that left the leaves that remain on the trees hanging heavily; somber and soggy  with large tears falling mournfully unto the wet grass below them. 
Where had all the sunshine gone, and the crisp leaves that were so pleasant to shuffle through as one raked them into piles,
Poor November, - falling between the wild beauty of October and the happy anticipation of December.  Surely it must have a purpose......

I cannot help being pensive and sometimes sad, but I have decided to change November's character - give it a reason for being!  And so I have sent away for some new treadle cords to put on my loom, to add a little bit of life to the lift of the shafts, so I can whiz the shuttle through a nice clean shed.
And I am going to finish spinning that lovely cheerful pink roving into yarn, and then I shall learn Navajo plying  and knit somebody a warm hat and a pair of "texting" mittens.......
Perhaps I will finish scanning the few remaining pictures that sit here in a basket beside the printer, and tuck them into appropriate places in the DVD I am doing to tell the tale of Charles' life.
I have been haunting the library and have a dozen books that have been calling to me in vain as I take home a DVD or some special music to distract me through the evenings.
And some baking - I could start the Christmas baking!
 - oh, I don't suppose I will get all of these things done, but November CAN be happy and productive,  and I think that this is the year to brighten it up and rid it of its despondent reputation!!

Monday, October 28, 2013

ABC Wednesday
October 30th, 2013

The letter is P, for Peaks

Here are the peaks of the Rocky Mountains as I flew Westjet across them, late this morning*

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world
for I would ride with you upon the wind
and dance upon the mountains
like a flame!
William Butler Yeats

*home from a lovely wedding - when we flew out it was all cloud and fog
For more interesting takes on the letter P, go here to see what Mrs. Nesbitt and Roger Green
and all their perpetual helpers have to offer.