This morning I woke up thinking about landscapes. How I would define landscape. The landscape I live in is one of growing things and seasons moving through, shaping and sculpting.
(Blossom on my Camelia sinensis, the camelia that is used for tea.)
Thursday night I had been reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek:
"Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time. Landscape is the texture of intricacy..." Annie Dillard
"Were the earth smooth, our brains would be smooth as well; we would wake, blink, walk two steps to get the whole picture, and lapse into a dreamless sleep. Because we are living people, and because we are on the receiving end of beauty, another element necessarily enters the question. The texture of space is a condition of time. Time is the warp and matter the weft of the woven texture of beauty in space, and death is the hurtling shuttle." Annie Dillard
This is a book I am lingering in.
I've been laying down straw in the chicken run each week to keep things from getting really muddy. Makes for happier chickens.
I have officially started heating the house with the gas fireplace. Briar and I are cold.
Tomorrow I have plans to sew another blanket. What I make is often a response to the landscape I live in... That is probably true for a lot of us.
Just the leaves of polygonum tinctorium + water + time. Amazing to me that someone was playing and discovered that the same leaves can dye fabric blue.
We need play for so many reasons.
Yesterday I went to a conference about the importance of play for children, presented by Bev Bos and Michael Leeman. I believe that it is just as important for adults. To be creative, to be problem solvers, to continue to learn and grow.
The poncho that I've been making is a potluck of sorts. Yarn, roving or little bits of fabric from friends and family. A variety of stories. This weekend I added little flecks of one of great-grandmother's wedding dress to the wool I was carding.
And that the socks that I make with the remains of yarn from other projects are
And it reminded me of the two things that I aim for as I make things. The type of creative person I want and need to be:
1# Things need to carry meaning, story, connection