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makes me smile

Don't remember where I found this but the song makes me smile and it seems right for today... (there is a teeny tiny interview but it's worth waiting for).

 

 

finished poncho

It's not the best picture, but it it will have to do.

And I want to say more about it.

About the story that it carries for me. But that won't happen tonight.

The pattern is from here. I am sure I will make it again.   

No bee creative cooking posts this week. 

feild notes and season markers

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

And:

"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. 

 

feild notes: there are still flowers

Over the last couple days we've had a record high (75 F), heavy rain, sunshine, and high winds (gusts up to 45 MPH).

be playful

Instead of blue I made brown:

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. 

Some wonderful research is shared in this interview with Stuart Brown, much of which was sited yesterday. 

New post up at bee creative cooking, where I play with food...

 

potluck poncho and leftover socks

It came to me this weekend

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

leftover socks.

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

2# I need things to have a purpose. 

reflections on blogging

Something I've been thinking about over the last couple weeks and seems pertinent today...

Blogging is sometimes like a gift left behind for someone to find.

(I wanted to take these to the stream in the park near my house but didn't get there this weekend.)

It is sometimes a letter to a friend,

(Briar out in the garden.  She is much better.)

Sometimes an act of activism.

(Catching up with the laundry.  I've been washing a lot of blankets and towels lately due to Briar.  Sometimes no dryer is a challenge.) 

It can be a sharing of ideas with the hope to inspire, (New post up at bee creative cooking.)

or a collection or gathering.

Blogging is sometimes a moment of joy or sorrow that we share.

Or a sharing of our landscape, the beauty of it.

The knowledge that this is something we also share. 

It is sometimes a conversation and sometimes a quiet corner, a place to rest.

There are so many possibilities...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cloud patterns

Yesterday morning, 7:45 AM

Tonight, 6:47 PM

new post up at bee creative cooking