Out in the garden yesterday I found a huge chunk of ice that is still melting. It's been over 3 days since we started warming up and it's still 2 1/2 to 3 inches thick.
It's 43 F and raining now.
Next week we might be sunny and 60 F!
I spent a lot of the day at the table thinking about the garden and what I want to do this year (time to start some seeds!).
This is a year for a Victory Garden. Vegetables and fruits for food; flowers for the pollinators and for joy. Herbs for other flavors and healing.
There was also time spent sewing and watching a cat drama unfold.
The basket has been on the table for awhile, full of bits of fabric that I am using for patching holes in the Good Enough quilt and the stitch book.
Gibson discovered he fit quite well inside the basket. He likes to be contained.
Timber, as always, needs to be included so he climbed into the basket as well.
It's a tight fit.
Gibson goes along with it for awhile but eventually feels crowded and crawls out, leaving Timber in possession.
After about 30 minutes Gibson returns and crawls back into the basket which annoys Timber.
Timber crawls out and decides to relocate to the rocking chair with Widget...more room to stretch out.
The likelihood of Widget trying out the basket is small. She likes places where she can exit quickly or to hide under the bed.
Current location of cats:
Widget, beside me insisting that her head be rubbed.
Timber, unknown.
Gibson, in the basket.
Poems under consideration (and that I am returning to).
Theodore Roethke, "The Rose.""I think of the rock singing, and light making its own silence." Every time I return to this poem I find more that I love.
Today I finally cut up a quilt I had made and that Lola had torn a lot of holes in with her nesting habit. I miss her, but not how hard she was on blankets.
All the pieces will be recycled into other things, including this slightly tattered beast I made in one of Jude's classes.
There is help; Timber thinks it's great fun to flop right where I am cutting.
I keep telling him it's not helpful and probably dangerous.
I've also been playing with the ink made with the Douglas Fir cones.
The dot on the left is the Doug fir, the middle Doug Fir mixed with iron water and the one on the right Doug Fir with iron water dropped in the middle.
And then walnut and iron because it was so much fun to play.
I wish I had a picture of Timber with the ornament I decided he could have. It's a small cloth heart that he has been packing around in his mouth. Every once in awhile he tosses it into the air and then pounces on it.