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I am thinking about percentages and fractions.

I know that's vague but it's what I've got tonight.

That and a bit from Wendell Berry's poem " Manifesto; The Mad Farmer Liberation Front."

"So friends, every day do something that won't compute."

 

#117 dessert

I am cleaning the freezer out. 

It should have been done in March.

Tomorrow I need to figure out what to do with the frozen cranberries.  Maybe a loaf of bread.  There is a really great recipe in Molly Katzen's Enchanted Broccoli Forest.

For tonight there is berry crisp with yogurt topping for dessert. 

It will be breakfast too.

Some projects are like dessert.

I started a poncho because I just had to see what this yarn would look like.  (This is why I should never guess how long it will take me to finish a sweater.)

It's going to be sweet...

#110 unfinished thoughts

Another scrappy tank. 

Bottom made from a table cloth with stain. 

Heading for an onion skin dye bath.

I wasn't paying attention.

I felt bad.

Consistently getting good results with the sourdough.

It's been on the to do list forever, fixing the gate. 

I think I am going to weave twine through the slates to hold it together better. 

Pasta + garbanzo beans + veggies from Mom and Dad + veggies from my garden + veggies from a CSA. 

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None of these are from today...today was not quite as planned.

Yesterday someone told me on the way home that my break lights were out, so that had to be taken care of.

I started reading Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood and spent over two hours pondering the beauty of well crafted sentences. 

 

#10 time enough

There was time enough to cut the grass and enjoy the apple blossoms this afternoon.

And to pick a few radishes from the garden for dinner.

I used the tops for a pesto. 

Radish tops + walnuts + olive oil.

And time enough to start a pocket for a robe.

And to remember...

"Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day....

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow."

Andrew Marvell, "To His Coy Mistress"

word number eight: survival

Survival...it's a question.

Meyer lemons from the January farmer's market, locally grown in a greenhouse.  They need the greenhouse to survive here. I'm making salted lemons with them.

In Australia there is the last grove of Wollemi pines; a species that is prehistoric, that was abundant 34-65 million years ago.  It was loved enough that the effort was made to save it from the wildfires. 

Small sewing project #1

I am very close to finishing Terry Tempest Williams book Erosion.  This caught me last night:

"How to love this world? And share it? We must make time, take the time to allow for natural diversions in our day.  We have made a cult of busyness and in so doing we have forgotten the simple truth of paying attention to the view before us, between us, in a word, a cultivation of intimacy."

We have to support the things we love if we want them to survive.

word number seven: local + Wendell Berry

Look and See, it's the title of a movie.  Simply, a movie about Wendell Berry, but really more about what he believes and values.

One of Berry's essays I read recently from The Future of Nature, Writing on a Human Ecology from Orion Magazine included:

"The principles of neighborhood and subsistence will be disparaged by the globalists as "protectionism"--and that is exactly what it is.  It is a protectionism that is just and sound, because it protects local producers and is the best assurance of adequate supplies to local consumers.  And the idea that local needs should be met first and only surpluses exported does not imply any prejudice against charity toward people in other places or trade with them. The principal of neighborhood at home always implies the principle of charity abroad.  And the principle of subsistence is in fact the best guarantee of giveable or marketable surpluses." 

Local can be defined as where you are standing but is also dependent on what you are referring to. If we are talking about the universe, Earth is local.  A community can be global.

"Think global, act local."  It's become a little overused but is useful as a lens.

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I so overestimated my ability to finish my sweater; still working on the yoke.

It will be finished when it is finished but it will be soon. I was remembering recently that this was reclaimed yarn.  The first time I used this yarn for a sweater, the sweater didn't fit so I pulled it all apart.

I did finish a tunic I put together using scraps left over from another project.  It is made up of six different pieces of fabric.

Very much designed using ideas from India Flint's class, "conscious clothing."

Choosing local can be as simple as choosing to do the labor or reusing materials...

word number two is the title of a book: Erosion

Sitting at the bus stop for 20 minutes will make a few things clear:

1. Most cars contain one person.
2. On a busy street, when there is a pause in the traffic of 30-60 seconds the silence is amazing.
3. On a sunny day bicyclists mostly look happy.
4. Given a chance a dog is always going to stop to say hello.

I took the scenic route home from the bookstore today. 

Along the water, towards the mountains.

I went to get Terry Tempest Williams new book Erosion.

 

It's next up on the reading list, although I've already dipped my toe in just a little bit.

Today's project: taking apart a fabric basket that I made a couple years ago and reassembling it into a smaller one.  It was too big to hold things well as I never put cardboard in the sides to hold it firmly. 

Smaller can be better.

 

 

word number one: gleaning

I am listening to Seven Brief Lessons on Physics by Carlo Rovelli (checked out from the library) while I knit.  This is from an interview he did for On Being:

"The fascination of science is not what we have learned. It is the process of learning. It’s the discovery. It’s the wonder of what we learn: “Wow.” Then, the wonder creates more curiosity, and then we realize that there is so much we have not learned yet....There is so much to be discovered. And the beauty of the scientific enterprise is that we are in touch with the unknown, what we don’t know, and we try to make steps into it. So, that’s a strength of science, that it works out of beauty, out of intuition, out of imagination, but it has a very solid way, then, of checking. And which also means that some — many beautiful ideas turn out to be wrong."

This years wreath of windfall, gleaning and pruning...pine (from the neighbor's tree), ivy, rose hips, hops, and hazelnut. 

I will be choosing a word each day for awhile, randomly, just because...

spotty things

I think this is rock shield lichen.

Something new I've learned from Braiding Sweetgrass, by Robin Wall Kimmerer, is that lichens are a fungal/algal symbiotic relationship. I'm going to be sad when I finish this book but luckily have Gathering Moss to read too.

"When times are easy and there's plenty to go around, individual species can go it alone.  But when conditions are harsh and life is tenuous, it takes a team sworn to reciprocity to keep life going forward.  In a world of scarcity, interconnection and mutual aid become critical for survival. So say the lichens." 

From Braiding Sweetgrass

I'm cleaning up my stash of "fabric for work projects" and am making dinosaur pillows.

More details coming soon.

thankful

For shelter. 

It's 32 F right now.  The winds have been tapering off but  have been between 14-47 MPH.  The chicken's water is frozen this morning.

For food in the garden and on the plate. 

Photos of food are best in natural light but that's not always possible so I've been playing with filters. I recommend not using red wine for risotto.  It really isn't pretty.  Luckily it can be covered up with yummy roasted vegetables.

For the skills to make things. The fabric that I made this string from is a scrap from the dress I just finished making.

For found treasures.  I picked this up in a parking lot.

For a hot cup of tea and a fabulous book (really recommend this one).

And for everyone who comes by to visit. 

It's another kind of neighborhood....