ABC Wednesday
July 10th, 2017

The letter is A

for Anxiety

At this late stage in my life I have tried to banish anxiety, living day by day, depending upon circumstances and experience to enable me to handle problems with some serenity.

Today, tho' I must admit to some anxious thought for the thousands of people here in British Columbia who have been distressed and made homeless by the ferocious wildfires that are so prevalent, fanned by summer winds and encouraged by the hot dry weather we are experiencing..

Oh, I am particularly anxious for family - two dear sons and a precious DIL who are living. off-grid, in the midst of this inferno in the Cariboo/Chilcotin area of the province.

News last night that the fire down the road is now threatening the neighbour's house, and these are the circumstances that the ever-vigilant firemen immediately respond to..... . 

So my anxiety is somewhat relieved to know this little stage of the greater fire is being acknowledged and dealt with, along

with all the dreadful fires that have driven whole communities from their homes

 throughout central British Columbia,

 and also forty miles from here along the road we traveled so often in the past, 

(it being dotted with wonderful lakes and fishing spots, now ravaged).

This is the second time the Meadow has been threatened by wildfire 

and they are encouraged by memories of the concern and competence of the fire fighters 

last time around. 

They are also well equipped with huge mobile water containers,

 fire hoses, large moving equipment, and even a drone that makes morning 

forays into the surrounding countryside to assess the situation.  

Their father would be very proud of the way they are coping with this threat,

 and their continual awareness of living where your welfare and safety

 depend almost solely on your own spirit of independence.

Although domestic animals are being moved and cared for,

 my heart hurts for all the wild animals who call this ravaged countryside home...

And there.........when I thought of the start of a new round of ABC Wednesday,

 and the letter A, 

ANXIETY immediately sprang into my mind...

However, anxiety is furthest from my mind

when I consider this new round of ABC Wednesday

so ably and generously undertaken

by Melody and her helpers.

Here, you will find other "A"s

Z for Lisa Zaron

ABC Wednesday
July 45th, 2017

The letter is Z for Zaron

Lisa Zaron

A modern American Poet

Born in 1969 to an American-Norwegian mother

 and a 

Norwegian father

-------

gifted with her father's love

for the written word.

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The Blues are all the Same

It seems almost too far fetched really,

too difficult to believe

This unassuming moon shining like a copper plate.

These milkcrate blues.

The soft trellis of sound

wobbling through the wind

as if pouring out from the window

of some lonely house on the hill.

How beautiful it is,

the ghost of your voice,

haunting this empty valley

Lisa Zaron

dedicated to Jackson C. Frank

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June 30th, 2017

The last day of June, and what am I doing?

Well, I watered the pots, and the bits of garden that had a drooping appearance, - I felt sure they would appreciate a little shower from the hose to freshen up their leaves!!

It is definitely a summer garden now, - the lilies are bursting forth with all their lovely fragrance, and the yellow daisies drift over the shastas and all the purple and rose flowers that complement the silver of the lambs' tail.

Yesterday I spent the morning with my wicker basket of fine cotton, designing the warp for a garden scarf that will incorporate all these summery colours.

I was pleased with the result, but have been puzzling over the sett of the warp - will 28 ends per inch give me the right hand, -  firm, but not too firm,.  Or should I go for 30, and a balanced weave.

My thoughts veer away from the actual warp winding, when I think of all the changes in colour, but, there, what is life without challenges!!

Having finished my second blanket/throw devised from my precious stash of old balls and skeins of wool, the loom is now naked again.  Surely it can't be complaining of the cold, with all this heat - it must be modesty that motivates her to cry out to me whenever I go past the loom room!!

There is Canada's 150th Birthday celebrations to deal with tomorrow, and I am only on page 56 of Monday Evening's Book Club assignment, - a book about the power of Introverts in a world that can't stop talking.  It is "a well researched book on the power of quietness and the virtues of having a rich inner life.  It dispels the myth that you have to be extroverted to be happy and successful".

Being somewhat of an introvert myself, I am quite in agreement, but somehow I have yet to be fired up and excited about the book, and time is running short!!!  I foresee any warping being delayed until the middle of next week, but that's O.K. - anticipation is 98% of joy, - I can think about all those gorgeous colours winding onto the warping board without actually having to tie all the knots!!

I am off now to read a page or two before Bruce and Callie start thinking "supper" and the evening news comes on with all the drama of our British Columbia political situation where the Liberals lost a non-confidence motion (or did they lose a "confidence" motion) and our government has been taken over by the ubiquitous NDP propped up by three members of the Green Party, the thoughts of which have made the Leader of the Greens quite giddy with power and excitement, and the rest of us waiting and watching to see how any business will get done with the opposition with one seat more than the newbies!!! (after they choose a speaker).

Life is terribly interesting, providing you keep aware and busy.....

Post Script - don't forget the White Rabbit will be hovering close by tonight, looking for his usual obeisance so he can shower us all with Good Luck in July......

Y for Yanni

ABC Wednesday
June 28th, 2017

The letter is Y for Yanni

A Greek musician

known and admired for his synthesized music

which has been described as 

"a kind of peaceful easy-feeling link

between pop music and classical music".

A video from his concert in the Acropolis...

(The Storm / Vivaldi)

a fitting place

for a Greek Musician, although

Yanni emphasizes the world-wide

aspect of his music.

And another,  which I like very much

The Rain Must Fall

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X for eXhaustion

ABC Wednesday
June 21st, 2017

The letter is X for eXhaustion

The cure for eXhaustion

Sometimes exhausted

with toil and endeavour,

I wish I could sleep

for ever and ever.

But then this reflection

my longing allays

I shall be doing it

one of these days

Piet Hein

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eXtraordinary meme

This and that as I weave away!

June 17th, 2017

A nice day for weaving....

Here are a couple of scarves I wove after being inspired by Jane Stafford and her tips on balanced weaves.  They are awaiting hemming!

But on this one I cheated - it has a nice long fringe - no hemming required

These scarves are woven with a 20/2 silk, remnants of past weavings.

I am using up my stash.  For two reasons....

The hopeful one is that I will replace it with new threads and go on weaving

forever and ever..

The other reason is that I don't want any of my children

shaking their head, rolling their eyes

and commenting on parents and their accumulations!

When the time comes...

With this in mind I have been gathering up my containers of wool,

sorting them into piles and colours,

or sometimes jut randomly plying two or three of them together.

Using the Indian Head Spinner, as shown below.

I end up with a lovely variegated warp

which I put on the loom

beamed, threaded, sleyed and tied

and then woven gently with a thinner weft.

Down in the lower left corner Callie sits on the throw

as it comes off the loom..

ah, but when water and washing

does its magic...

This cosy blanket hangs on the back of my chair

to keep Callie and I warm while we snuggle and read.

I am now on my second one

and intend to keep going until all those leftovers have been morphed

into something that will light up the children's eyes!

In the meantime our youngest son, on a trip down

from the Chilcotin,

very kindly put together my Countermarche, in the garage.

Here he is puzzling about what goes where and why.

I love him for doing this!

(amongst other reasons)

For the last ten years it has been resting, all in pieces,

because its User (me) couldn't get her

 knees up and down

to tie up treadles.

I have a DIL who is more supple than I and wants to learn to weave

and I'm not going to let THAT opportunity pass by!!!

My children are all so good to me, and sometimes I wonder how

Charles and I had the wisdom to have six of them

to help us in our ancientness!

God bless him this Fathers' Day!!!

W is for Wheelbarrow

ABC Wednesday
June 14th, 2017

The letter is W for Wheelbarrow

A famous poem of imagism by Dr. William Carlos Williams

THE RED WHEELBARROW

So much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens

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V is for Veritable

ABC Wednesday
June 7th, 2017
The letter is V for Veritable

I have chosen this word for V because I find it has always filled me with such confidence.

How could you not be fond of a word that expresses 

genuine, factual, indubitable, unquestionable, 

authentic, reliable, trustworthy, valid and true.

Would you not say that these

children are listening to

a VERITABLE storyteller?

. . . . . . . . .

On the other side of the coin

the word Veritable holds a little sadness,

reminding me of that last great push

by the Allies in the effort to end

World War Two

Operation Veritable

was the northern part of an Allied Pincer

movement that took place during

the final stages of the war and in which

the Canadian Army played an important part.

My husband's brother was killed here,

in a meadow just across from

the Hochwald Forest.

Such a sad place to die...

a veritable tragedy.

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June 4th, 2017

An Excerpt from a June, 2007 posting
which only goes to prove that the more things change, the more they stay the same

Despite the devastating things that happen in our lives, the moves we make, the changes in circumstances, still, beneath whatever desolation saddens us there is a core in the way we cope with life that stays the same and carries us through!

Well, I've come to that conclusion, anyway.

In June 2007 I copied that lovely old admonishing William Henry Davies poem that goes thus.....

What is this life if full of care

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see when woods we pass

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see in broad daylight, 

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich the smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if full of care

We have no time to stand and stare.

And said, in so many words  "One of the most delightful advantages of aging is an awakening awareness that probably hasn't been felt so strongly since childhood.

Do you rlemember the intense kinship you felt with all of nature when you were a child?  The awe that little things inspired?  A wiggling worm, a taqdpole, the green grass growing and the passion for four leaf clovers?  What a precious affinity we had with GRASS, embracing time in guiltless idleness as we lay on the lawn, imagining shapes in the white clouds of summer.

And the little girls who romanced with the flowers in their mothers' gardens, making princesses our of hollyhocks and sweet heaqds of clover, - all dressed for the ball and Prince Charming.

Now, as age steals busy activity, it leaves in its place the time to recapture some of the awe of childhood.

The 'trailing clouds of glory' that Wordsworth saw surrounding the very young child seems to return to us, and surround us, as we reach the final years.

Some are lucky (or wise) enough to carry the sense of wonder throughout their whole lives, but for others it is a surprise gift, bestowed by a sense of infinity and appreciation".

At this point in 2007 I entered some of the gorgeous flowers 

that grew in the garden Charles and I nurtured in those days. 

Different garden, but yes,

 my time in the garden today was spent amongst the same beauty....

and gave me the same comfort.

I am still stirred by the magic in the early morning garden, 

and have great awe and enthusiasm for the new blooms that surprise me every day. 

 Such a comfort, too.....

From Francis Hodgson Burnett, and the Secret Garden..... 

"and the secret garden bloomed and bloomed, and every morning revealed new miracles".

Coffee is at seven if you would like to join in the back garden,

just down the lane...

Ukulele Part 2

ABC Wednesday
May 31, 2017
The letter is U for Ukulele (part 2)

Well, I'm still having fun!

Loving the Ukulele......

It keeps me company at Breakfast time

when we practice a few chords

and sometimes sing

"Five Foot Two"

which I can play now without having

to look at the music.

Here's a little poem from Sandra Beasley

that has a few words to say about the tranquility

of the Ukulele.

"The vessel is simple - a rowboat among yachts.

No one hides a Tommy gun in its case.

No bluesman runs over his uke in a whiskey rage.

The last of the Hawaiian queens translated the name

gift that came here

while the Portuguese historians translate jumping flea

the way a player's fingers pick and fly.

If you have a cigar box, it'll do.

If you have a fishing line, it'll sing.

If there is to be one instrument of love,

not love vanished or imagined, 

but love, it's this one.

Fit a melody in the crook of your arm and strum."

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Tripping in the garden..

ABC Wednesday
May 24th, 2017
The letter is T for TRIPPING

Tripping - 

a pretty big stretch here, but I am late with my post,

 and I have some garden pictures that do delight me,

and so I am going to show you what you see when you go TRIPPING 

 through the garden!!

The latest flower to bloom is the Iris..

It has grown tall, and the buds have been full and pregnant

This morning they were waving in the morning breeze

(a remnant from last night's fierce wind storm)

Just the common variety of Iris, but delicate and lovely all the same....

They join with the  Allium

(leaning up against the neighbour's fence)

and the ubiquitous but sweet ranunculus (buttercup)

that spreads itself throughout the garden

now that the Chinese Lantern Railway has

evidently found the winter too cold for passengers.....

a lovely yellow lily

the early peonies, which have just come into bloom

the lilac

the windflowers

and  the gorgeous quince blossom

The passionate orange poppy down the lane

is about to make our walks

(Bruce's and mine)

a cause to wonder and stand in awe.

here is the pretty pink fairy bell flower

whose proper name I have forgotten...

and the pure white bridal bush

that is now beginning to fade.

Beside it is the single white virginal peony

that blooms so generously

and this year is laden with full, bursting buds

which I will show you soon!

I will now take off the slippers I used for Tripping (no tulips left)

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Time, Gardening and a Good Book

Yesterday morning, just after breakfast, I went out into the garden, anticipating a quick look-around to see what magic had happened during the night!  And with every intention of coming back in and making a rhubarb crisp from the stalks I had picked the day before.

However, - my son-in-law came to inquire if this would be a good day to cut back the poor Blaze rose who didn't make it through the winter, and how could I not take advantage of his kind offer.  One thing led to another, - with the dead wood gone I was able to reach all the couch grass that finds its way through the fence from the neighbours yard.  And then there were the saplings that had grown up around the elderberry tree, and the remnants of my potting flowers that needed to find a home in the new bed I had made beside the house......

I stopped for coffee, thinking it must be 'that time' - hobbled into the house (I was hobbling by this time!) and discovered it was twenty minutes past twelve - lunch time!!!!  How time flies when one is in the midst of passion of one kind or another.........

This morning, at five o'clock, my aching muscles muttered at me - "foolish woman, foolish woman" and I couldn't stay in bed a minute longer!!

Today my gardening will consist of a long session in the comfy garden swing, a cup of tea and one of the new books I picked up at the library yesterday.  Over breakfast I glanced at the first few pages of the preface to "The Cloister Walk" by Kathleen Norris, and on the second or third page she talks about time and our perspective of the fleeting quality of life, - enemy or gift?????

Time does not hang heavy on my hands, but it does occupy my mind now that I have come to realize it is not limitless....  And so I will start with this book, which also has another story to it.  In conversation at church last Sunday Kim, our new adventurous minister, asked if I had read Kathleen Norris.  I said 'yes' but not realizing which Kathleen Norris he was referring to.  My Kathleen Norris was a novelist, whose books I read early in my marriage, - but Kim's Kathleen Norris is a poet who writes about religion, meditation  and has a history of being a Presbyterian Oblate to a Benedictine Monastery.  When I realized this I ordered what books I could from the library, and they came immediately.

The lines which drew my attention like a bolt of lightening:---

"Gradually my perspective on time had changed.  In our culture time can seem like an enemy: it chews us up and spits us out with appalling ease.  But the monastic perspective welcomes time as as gift from God, and seeks to put it to good use rather than allowing us to be used up by it.  A friend who was educated by the Benedictines has told me that she owes to them her sanity with regard to time.  "You never really finish anything in life," she says, "and while that's humbling and frustrating it's all right.  The Benedictines, more than any other people I know, insist that there is time in each day for prayer, for work, for study, and for play"  Liturgical time is essentially poetic time, oriented toward process rather than productivity, willing to wait attentively in stillness rather than always pushing to 'get the job done."  (end of quote)

So today I plan to devote my time to an appreciation of what I HAVE done in the garden, 

(though it is not finished) 

and to feeding my soul with an appreciation of what Time I have had,

 and what Time I have left...

and how best to fill these lovely days....

And my aching muscles say 'thank you'!!!!

All they have to do today is hold the book......