For a variety of reasons, I need to get in the habit of posting in the morning.
Today's 15 minute project.
And, I take a lot of comfort in Wendell Berry's poetry. Today there is this:
"I have planted by the stars in defiance of experts." From "The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer."
Wendell Berry
Thinking a lot about where we get information, how we form opinions, what we consider truth.
The power of words.
A few things I listened to again tonight:
"The Language Issue" by Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill.
And this, "Let This Darkness be a Bell Tower" by Rainer Maria Rilke.
A poem I have loved for over 40 years...
It might have been on an invitation:
I heard a bird sing
in the dark of December.
A magical thing
and sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to spring
than we were in September."
I heard a bird sing
in the dark of December.
-Oliver Herford
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Sunrise: 7:58
Sunset: 4:14 PM
The to-do list can wait for another day.
There are still a few roses in the garden.
Stopping to appreciate them is good enough...
"Finding beauty in a broken world is creating beauty in the world we find." Terry Tempest Williams
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."
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...
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.
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...
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.