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holding place

Wool dyed with Eucalyptus.

I have enough wool for a blanket but to be dyed in the eucalyptus I'll need to cut it apart, bundle it, and then sew it back together again.

Thinking about how that is story telling....

catching up

It doesn't matter what I am trying to do, the cat wants to be involved; preferably from the shoulder. 

She's been a constant companion as I've finished Robert Macfarlane's Landmarks. I want to dive right into Underland but am making myself wait.  There is no way I am going to finish all 12 of the books I picked out at the beginning of the year but I'm going to see how close I can get. 

The tomatoes are gone for another year.  I used a version of this recipe to make chutney.

Changes to the recipe:

• Chipotle powder for red pepper flakes.
• Regular granulated sugar and a good dollop of molasses instead of brown sugar.  It won't be preserved so the balance of vinegar and sugar isn't as important (other than to taste). 
• No star anise, not my favorite flavor. 

 

The quince crop was small this year. I made a small batch of quince paste. It's lovely as a layer in scones.

The current bus project.

Instead of switching colors daily as originally planned I've been switching weekly.

Marking time, measuring time.

 

Coupville, part two -the book

My book holds time, generations, and place...

Family, friends, places I've lived, places my family has lived, and color as memory (redwood cones, indigo, avocado pits, pomegranate, walnut).

A fragment of pattern as a reminder of a baby quilt made by my mother.

A sense of childhood, a sense of place.

Gifts from: Hazel, a bit of Deb Lacativa dyed fabric; fabric from one of my grandmothers, some of the lace my great grandmother made and part of her wedding dress; and from Jude.

Transformation.

There is breath and raindrops (not quite how I intended but maybe better?).

The end but not the end.

There is still room for notes.

The workshop, "Binding Time" by Christine Mauersberger

#27 last minute

Zucchini noodles, onions and tomatoes plus egg roll wrappers filled with ricotta.

Two pairs become a set.

That might be how things become...

x is for multiplying

The color isn't true in this photo, but the stripes are visible.

Multiply, to increase.

This shawl is built with increases.

Closer, contrasted with white.

Color provided by fresh indigo.

Grown from seed.

Another increase.

Next year I'd like to have a white sweater done to add to the dye pot.

v is for vegetables, vacation and video

Vegetables from the garden.

Mostly container grown to keep things manageable.

Vacation.

Video, I need to figure this out a bit more but you can see it here.

 

t is for thinking about...

Time.

It passes quicker than I think.

I lost track of it on Sunday and didn't dye anything that I meant to.

There is time still time.

Another shawl. 

They are perfect for the bus.

I've decided to use a different yarn each day that I work on it.

To use up the stash.

Another way to track time.

Someday I'd like a tiny house.

Not tiny enough for this.

Tiny for me.

Tangled and twisted.

Thinking about that too. `                            

r is for rest and record

It rained this morning...

My sense is that there has been more rain this summer than usual.

There was knitting on the porch.

A lot of repetition.

At the moment I plan to stop knitting on Sunday, harvest some of the indigo and dye this.

There were vegetables (romano beans, zucchini and onions) in red sauce (roasted red peppers, onions, and tomatoes) for dinner. 

Topped with paneer. 

Sometimes I buy paneer, made by one of the local cheese makers; other times I make it (recipe). 

Tomorrow I'll have to prep a few things for the next few days.

The weather report is temps in the 80's (F).

Salad weather...

p is for play, purpose, poetry

Play.

Originally there was a cat and then it became a tree.

Purpose.
cucumbers +tomatoes + paneer + olives + walnuts + olive oil + vinegar = bread salad without the bread

Poetry

 

I is for inspire among other things

The sky is one thing that inspires.

A short list: inquiry, investigation, multiple intelligences....

 

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P.S. One more "h"

The secret to getting a Hoya to bloom is to not water it for awhile and then give it a good drink.

The flowers barely look real. 

They inspire me.