Fingers crossed for a good cherry crop.
Logan berries are looking promising too.
Record Breaker: 83 degrees F on Monday.
A good evening for a salad.
Roasted asparagus (done the day before when it was cooler!) reheated with blue cheese and hazelnuts and lettuce.
Thunder showers, rain showers, drippy drippy wet now.
Normal April weather in the Pacific Northwest.
Experimenting with dress making by combining favorite tank top pattern plus favorite skirt pattern. I'm going to hem this one at mid thigh level to wear with jeans or skirts.
I've traced my favorite patterns on to poster board. Not my idea, can't remember where I saw it done. It's wonderful for patterns that are wardrobe staples.
Harvesting lettuce, sorrel and herbs.
And bindweed, buttercups and other assorted "weeds."
Lots of strawberry blossoms.
Still mostly seeing only bumblebees and yellow jackets or wasps.
Bee keeper's quilt is growing slowly, but it is growing.
It's a beautiful way to use up yarn leftover from other projects.
Foxglove for the bees and hummingbirds.
Debating whether to hang a hummingbird feeder or to continue to hope the flowers attract a few.
words that I love,
found this week at ArtPropelled:
"There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say It is more difficult than you thought. This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to battle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings."
I couldn't resist the pairing.
After coming to the conclusion that 5 hexagons per week was a reasonable goal, I've only managed to make this one over the last couple weeks. Some days just getting a row or two in.
Reminding myself that my word for the year is "release" and that I can just start again.
"The earth laughs in flowers." Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lemon balm that grew from seed that came from plant that flowered and then went to seed.
"Seedy" isn't always a good thing, but here it is a sweet thing.
Struggling to bloom, it seems too early.
Out of cycle?
seven hexagons = a flower
A little bigger and it will be a hot pad.
And then a chair pad or mostly likely, cat bed.
And then a lap quilt.
And then larger enough to cover a body.
Probably no bigger as it would become hard to wash.
"Bee keeper's quilt"
Note to self: remember to plant more flowers for the bees.
Not just the sewing of two pieces of fabric together (Plant dyed fabric), but seams as in seams of earth.
I like thinking too that a seam might be a scar or a suture.
There are four blossoms on the tree peony. I've yet to have one of them bloom after about 10 years, usually they rot and fall off. After it blooms, or not, I will move it to a different location this spring.
I noticed the sparrows in my garden like to run under the bushes, stay under cover.
Finished reading Selfish, Shallow, and Self Absorbed, Sixteen Writers on the Decision not to have Children, edited by Meghan Daum.
There is a comprehensive description of the book here (Brain Pickings) so all I'm going to say is that it left me considering a lot of things, about myself and the larger world.
And that is one of my requirements for a good book.
One of my favorite quotes:
“There is no life without regrets. Every important choice has its benefits and its deficits, whether or not people admit it or even recognize the fact...It is true, and should be recognized, that women can be fulfilled with or without children, that you can most definitely have enough without having everything.” Jeanne Safer
Other things I did...
Made some pillow cases with scraps left over from another project.
Played with a spiralizer to make sweet potato noodles.
Tried this recipe for Chickpea and Sweet Potato Noodle soup.
I cut back on the spices some and shouldn't have.
I love using the spiralizer and am going to experiment more with making vegetable "noodles."
Hmm...potluck coming up on Friday, maybe a "noodle" salad of some sort?
Made lemon curd and yogurt.
Discovered that putting Greek/strained yogurt in a mixer with a whisk attachment will recreate the texture of a oh-so-dreamy yogurt that I shouldn't have tried one morning but did anyway when I needed breakfast at the grocery store in a hurry.
Stitched together hexagons for the bee keeper's quilt I've started.
My goal is to work on the puffs primarily on the bus and at work. I'm not following the directions given for stitching the puffs together. I don't mind if the stitches show and it will be sturdier.
We need sturdy around here, or at least sturdy enough.
Back in December I was at a workshop where the phrase "holding space" was used. The idea was to create a space that was safe and nurtured reflection (the workshop itself was on reflective supervision.)
One month from now I'll start my ninth year of blogging. As I consider what I want this blog to be, I like the idea of it being a place where I can hold a space for all the things that interest me...
Broccoli overwintering in the garden.
At the bus stop, with knitting.
Field notes: 47F, winds SE 20 MPH, gusts 28 MPH, light rain, visibility 5 miles. This week there was a record high of 61 degrees one day. The ground is squishy like a sponge from the rain. Two male hummingbirds have been in the garden regularly. They sit in the trees and talk up a storm. One morning a blue heron flew over quietly. The small song birds have been in the dog rose, pecking at the bedegaur galls.
Primroses are in season in front of every grocery store:
It was clear I didn't have enough yarn.
I thought about a trip to the local yarn store.
I looked on-line to see if I could find something similar.
Not really the path I want to go.
One goal I have for myself it to only buy what is necessary.
Then I remembered the cowl I had set aside. It didn't fit quite right, too loose and not loose enough.
The plan was to felt it and make something else.
It's not the same colorway, but both skeins contain some of the same colors.
20 minutes of unraveling and I had enough yarn to take me where I want to go.
I'm at about 3 inches now.
One mitt finished.
I've been without a camera for the last couple days and it made me realize how much I see during the day that I want to document.
To get things resolved, I had to go to the local mall. It was the first time in about three years and I didn't want to linger after I had things taken care of.
I sat at the bus stop knitting for 30 minutes, thinking about lifestyle choices.
It seemed like an act of protest somehow: to sit without a purchase, in front of a mall, making something.
My messy skeins are starting to be organized.
These are Spincycle yarns and have been in my stash for a long time. I am sure I bought the yarn when they were selling at the local farmer's market.
Time to make something with them...
Habits and routines have been on my mind a lot the last couple weeks.
The patterns of them,
how they are created,
how they are broken.
Last year I hoped to document a little piece of creativity each day (here).
It didn't happen.
I have routines and habits but struggle with daily practices.
I get distracted easily (although curiosity is rarely a bad thing).
I've realized that a large part of where I put my creative energy isn't documented here...that thing called "work."
I get tired and in that tiredness, quiet.
And sometimes discouraged:
(A tangle I need to undo.)
This year I'll still try to find a moment in each day to be creative
but let go of expectations.
And try to find ways to release more of my story...
It's in the sharing of story that connections are formed.