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not just about

Up early this morning, reading Orwell's Roses.  I am almost finished.

It is not just about roses or about George Orwell. 

The chapters read this morning consider beauty. 

That led me to listening to Jane Hirshfield (On Being).

More layers of paper mache on the cat and boat I am making while listening. 

This boat will not be big enough for the cat to fit in, maybe that's another project to come. 

Now I am watching the sun rise high enough to come in through the windows, glad that I can stay home today.

something new

As soon as the class was listed I knew I wanted to sign up, Paper Mache Sculpture.  It probably won't use up as much of my scrap paper as I want but it will help.  I have lots of plans for more and have already started on a boat.

one blossom

Thunder last night. Cooler temperatures and rain on the way. It didn't last for long, but the begonia blossom that fell when I moved the plant was beautiful floating in the watering can for a time.

something to do when it's hot

Spent most of yesterday sitting on the front porch stitching and reading Orwell's Roses.  

The brown material (walnut) and blue (fresh indigo) thread I dyed.  The blue and brown was done by someone my mom knows. 

Drank lots of water with lemon and mint.

unseasonable

The weather report said unseasonable highs for this weekend. Yesterday was 82 F, today and tomorrow heading for upper 80's.

At 4:30 AM, with windows and door open to cool the house, I am cooking new potatoes for salad and carrots for a cold soup and dreaming of the strawberry milkshake I made on Friday with a few precious strawberries from the garden.  There might be a few more today.

I will weed for a few hours while it's cooler this morning and then read, set up a few dye experiments, make some solar prints and sew. 

Just finished The Electricity of Every Living Thing by Katherine May and am now reading Orwell's Roses by Rebecca Solnit. 

There will probably be a nap.

windows and doors

One more window picture for the moment...Widget looking out.

From yesterday's off-line journal entry:

5:12 PM watching a spider outside the window. The differences between windows and doors. Windows being for letting light in, for looking out. Doors for passing through…although you can go in and out windows.

The problem, of course, with going in and out windows is that you look suspect...up to no good or there is a fire.

Another thought...looking in windows is usually frowned upon unless it's a store.

For awhile there was a "pop-up" exhibit in a store downtown.  It had been set up as a living space.

we've been here before

This is after the hummingbird left. 

Timber was looking out the window when it appeared.  He jumped up at it and hit the window, the hummingbird darted off and then came back as if to say "Na-na-na-na-boo-boo."

(I learned that phrase from a two year old many years ago.) 

The other two cats dashed over to see what the fuss was about but missed the action.

Last night when I woke up at 2:30, I looked out to see the Big Dipper out the window.

Things happen at this window.

insomnia

Early this morning, loving the clouds and the color, I thought why not? 

Why not take a picture and see what I get? Close to the colors of my insomnia blanket which I am back to working on.

New discovery and something that made me think: conversation with Tania Kovats.  Went a little further and listened to her TED talk "Some Rivers Flow Through You."

 

solstice field notes

The first day of summer here was cool and mostly dry.  In the evening I wandered through the garden; picked a handful of peas, a few more roses and a head of lettuce. I had to push dangling branches and hop vines aside in some places. It was very quiet, all the neighbors somewhere else. During the night I could hear the rain start. 

postcards

Summer always makes me think of postcards and I am needing a daily prompt so here it goes...through the end of August (maybe until the first day of fall?): one image a day and a few sentences.