It's weaving day today!
In between working on the current shawl
(which requires me to be very diligent and concentrated
because of its intricate pattern)
I am watching a bit of Scottie's Curling
when I break for a little rest,
and marveling at the ability these girls have
(it's a Woman's competition)
of tossing a rock down the ice and being able
to aim it so aptly that it
sends another rock flying, or skidding, or sliding.
however their eye and their hand
have determined.
The first thing I had to do this morning, though,
was to go outside and rescue the flag which flies over our
garden gate.
I noticed when my DIL came to pick me up for dinner
last night
(wonderful dinner, - ribs in BBQ sauce)
anyway, I noticed that the wind had been playing havoc
with the flag, and it was entangled in the
climbing rose, beneath it.
The Beloved, from on high, would have been very upset
to see the flag so disabled, and I was prone to do something about
this immediately!!!!
Luckily there was a long pruned limb leaning against
the house (and I know not how it arrived there, but was happy
to see it!)
Between the limb and my cane, which accompanies me most places,
I was able to disentangle the flag from the rose spurs
and gradually bring it within reaching distance, free
of all encumbrances.
I folded it up reverently, and took it into the house,
to be replaced by a new emblem
that indicates this is the house of a patriot,
and I hoped my dear one would be happy with the effort!!
The sun is shining this morning, - there is blue sky
and there are white clouds.
The catkins have not yet acknowledged that spring is
around the corner, and if the spring bulbs
have started to poke through the ground
they will have discovered a half a foot of snow impeding their progress!!
However, we had a mild January, and I guess winter
had to put in an appearance sometime before the March winds do blow!!
The Christmas Hellebores were lovely,
and I'm sure the Lenten Hellebores will be just as beautiful
even though Lent is late this year......
Easter is April 23rd.
In 1943 on the day I met my sweetheart, Easter fell on the 25th of April.
A day of happy destiny!!
Lunch time now, - weaving time later!!!
I'm off to deal with this precious day.
Post Script
While having lunch I was leafing through a book
entitled "Poetry of Presence"
(an anthology)
and came across this poem by Lynn Ungar,
The Way it Is
"One morning you might wake up
to realize that the knot in your stomach
has loosened itself and slipped away
and that the pit of unfulfilled longing in your heart
has gradually, and without you really noticing it,
been filled in - patched like a pothole, not quite
the same as it was, but good enough.
And in that moment it might occur to you
that your life, though not the way
you planned it, and maybe not even entirely
the way you want it, is, nevertheless -
persistently, abundantly, miraculously -
exactly what it is.
because of its intricate pattern)
I am watching a bit of Scottie's Curling
when I break for a little rest,
and marveling at the ability these girls have
(it's a Woman's competition)
of tossing a rock down the ice and being able
to aim it so aptly that it
sends another rock flying, or skidding, or sliding.
however their eye and their hand
have determined.
The first thing I had to do this morning, though,
was to go outside and rescue the flag which flies over our
garden gate.
I noticed when my DIL came to pick me up for dinner
last night
(wonderful dinner, - ribs in BBQ sauce)
anyway, I noticed that the wind had been playing havoc
with the flag, and it was entangled in the
climbing rose, beneath it.
The Beloved, from on high, would have been very upset
to see the flag so disabled, and I was prone to do something about
this immediately!!!!
Luckily there was a long pruned limb leaning against
the house (and I know not how it arrived there, but was happy
to see it!)
Between the limb and my cane, which accompanies me most places,
I was able to disentangle the flag from the rose spurs
and gradually bring it within reaching distance, free
of all encumbrances.
I folded it up reverently, and took it into the house,
to be replaced by a new emblem
that indicates this is the house of a patriot,
and I hoped my dear one would be happy with the effort!!
The sun is shining this morning, - there is blue sky
and there are white clouds.
The catkins have not yet acknowledged that spring is
around the corner, and if the spring bulbs
have started to poke through the ground
they will have discovered a half a foot of snow impeding their progress!!
However, we had a mild January, and I guess winter
had to put in an appearance sometime before the March winds do blow!!
The Christmas Hellebores were lovely,
and I'm sure the Lenten Hellebores will be just as beautiful
even though Lent is late this year......
Easter is April 23rd.
In 1943 on the day I met my sweetheart, Easter fell on the 25th of April.
A day of happy destiny!!
Lunch time now, - weaving time later!!!
I'm off to deal with this precious day.
Post Script
While having lunch I was leafing through a book
entitled "Poetry of Presence"
(an anthology)
and came across this poem by Lynn Ungar,
The Way it Is
"One morning you might wake up
to realize that the knot in your stomach
has loosened itself and slipped away
and that the pit of unfulfilled longing in your heart
has gradually, and without you really noticing it,
been filled in - patched like a pothole, not quite
the same as it was, but good enough.
And in that moment it might occur to you
that your life, though not the way
you planned it, and maybe not even entirely
the way you want it, is, nevertheless -
persistently, abundantly, miraculously -
exactly what it is.
3 comments:
Oh, Hildred, the shawl is such a beautiful piece. How it must delight you there on the loom as it brightens these winter days. The yellow jonquils are blooming here, so surely spring can't be too far away.
The wind's action gave you quite an everyday adventure! The poem is wonderful and I will save it.
That poem has done me a great deal of good today Hildred - thank you for posting it.
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