bee creative

fall is a verb and a noun

Autumn. Fall.

(Hops and Golden Rain Tree)

Gather. Harvest.

 

 

verbs

Rumination (thinking about cows digesting not obsessive thinking), fermentation, thinking, composting, pondering, processing, making, creating...

List making,

verbs of transition.

Actions.

Monday's windstorm dried the leaves on the shrubs.

Windburn.

I am home today, had considered going to the park that runs along the bay to sit and knit; early in the morning, before it might be crowded.

But...the air quality seems to be getting worse, not better. And again, after days of wearing a mask I want a day off.

There is the dehydrator to load up with plums, celery, a bit of kale, maybe some more carrots, a few more tomatoes.  I am stocking up a bit more than I usually do to make it through the winter eating locally. 

The goal for the weekend is to deal with a stack of scraps piled in the living room.

Another Good Enough COVID 19 square.  In reds, oranges and gray...a wildfire square.

And I will knit more, both on the poncho of seawater blue/green that makes me think of smoky skies now too and the next sweater that I have started.

Stir the indigo vat, put more fiber in.

I like that indigo dyed yarn stains wooden needles as it rubs along.

 

 

swatch

Call them a swatch or a what if. 

I have a whole bag of them (plus a few worn out hand knit socks, one felted mitten and a moth eaten hat) and need to decide what I am going to do with them.

hearts

Another old journal page, cut into a heart and then glued on top of a doodle in my current journal.

Lola's heart patch.

Since reading Jude's post this morning I've been thinking about the word "love."  I don't think it's possible to use it too much with the people that matter to us (making sure that people know they are important, that they are valued, that they matter), but it is possible to use it too much as praise. It can get all messed up with validation and motivation.  Especially with young people.

And yet it always is something that I appreciate hearing. And there are things we, as a species, don't love enough (planet Earth for example).

It's a slippery word. 

Still thinking...

 

subconscious

Block four. 

This one tilts a lot.

It contains scraps from other projects, including 6 pieces of clothing that I am still wearing.

The word I am considering today is subconscious.  

I've been doodling in my journal a lot lately...

third patch

I need to cut more wide strips.

Thinking about the word "subversive."

#95 fit

This is the place where my bed frame fits together. 

It caught my eye a couple days ago.

There are four corners that look like this and hold the bed frame rigid so that it will stand and support the piece of plywood that holds the mattress. 

Once it had springs but they are long gone.

I've slept on this bed most of my life. It was given to me by my paternal grandparents when I was three. 

Something that had been abandoned and that they didn't need. 

When we were young my brothers and neighborhood friends would fold the top part of the mattress over so that it made a seat. (It was a very thin mattress, maybe 3 inches deep and probably original to the bed.)  We would sit there and bounce up and down pretending it was a wagon and we were off on grand adventures.

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I am thinking about fit,

how things fit together to make something work. 

Edge to edge.

How things snap together.

How things hold.

#89 the letter p

Peach rose:

Really, it is the only fussy rose I grow.

Today's harvest: potatoes, peas, blueberries, and raspberries.

Plenty for dinner.

#78 enough

This weekend I spent some time looking back over the last 77 posts.

Thinking about enough.

Enough time.

Enough resources.

Letting things be good enough.

(After 7 or 8 dips this is blue enough)

Enough as in "all done".

(Hazel says "Enough, time to cuddle.")

 

What is enough to keep children safe? To keep each other safe?

So much depends on...

Enough.

 

#63 local and global

I've become a bit addicted to the podcast Hidden Brain. One of the questions posed during the episode I listened to this morning was about how "big" we choose for our world to be. I've been thinking about that today...local and global.

While I made sourdough crackers,

and played with the indigo vat (I like it when the colors feather),

and stitched on this cloth.