The lesson for today says add some color. There is all kinds of color… and not all off it looks like a clowns wig. I kind of like what are called “earth tones”. In fact, I took that rather literally and gathered some dirt and started painting Dirty Pictures.
Anther blog photo lesson. Water is an important subject now days. Seems like there is either not enough of it or there is too much of it. This year we appear to be edging onto not enough here. And it’s spring with summer not looking wet at this point. But immediately water to me means Treasure Creek, the stream running though my garden. Not very big but a pretty stream, it’s my “white noise”, masking traffic on the road and loud talking neighbors. Dog can get a drink, I can dip my watering can in there to refresh any dry looking plants and local wildlife take advantage of it too. We see frogs and some little trouts.
And last summer we had a family of raccoons wading up steam. Not unusual to see one or two but these were 4 babies and I got some fuzzy pictures. I spooked them and they hid behind an alder and peeked around at me. Of course, the camera focused on the maples leaves in front of me where I wasn’t paying attention. Still a cute, if fuzzy shot, I think. And one with Water! 🙂
The next lesson in blogging is a photo explaining what Bliss is to me. How far back to we need to go? Five years old and seeing the tree lighted christmas morning? My first bike? Falling in love? Holding my first baby, my first grandchild? All of those and more. Bliss been, for the most part scattered throughout my life. There are many more instances of bliss in my life, but I think these days bliss is the first snow, coming with a full wood shed and a full pantry. Add a couple nice yarn projects, a kitty in my lap, Himself keeping the wood stove stocked and that pretty well covers bliss. Well, I could just add that the cookie jar might be full of brownies!
The next theme is to be “connection”. I’ll have to think about that for awhile.
The next stage of my learning to blog properly has to do with taking and posting photos. I don’t think I am too bad at photography, tho I have never made a study of it ‘for arts sake’. But the subject for today was “Home”. I took two pics and grayed them into one. This is home to me. Billy’s Peak and my deck with the roses growing over it. They are red and white as I have shown many times before but am using this occasion to do Art. More or less. Our place is almost directly under the peak, well, about 5000′ under it, but not way out in front as in this shot, but to me it still contains the two most important parts of Home.
I love the pink oaks. They may not show a lot of leaves but the little ones they have are such a pretty color. The dogwoods have blossomed out, too. Yes, I know they aren’t flowers but, like ducks, if it looks like a flower and blooms like a flower than I’m calling it a flower. I saw lupine, mules ears sunflowers, pinks, poppy’s, buck brush, red bud, and the lilacs in the farm yards are also bursting out. Of course, I did not remember to take my camera today but I got this one yesterday.
I stopped at Greenview on the way home and got Himself 4 more asparagus plants. He’d better get them planted this time and not let them dry up first like he did last year. I also got some onions sets: white, yellow, and red, & some bigger starting pots for the melons and winter squashes. The little starting tray I bought is only about 2 inches deep at the most. Since the seeds want to be planted an inch deep and will put down long roots immediately, I decided to give them a little more starting room in case we get another cold spell and they don’t get planted out right away. He’s picking up the deer fence today
The email I got from the wordpress tutorial today wants me to “create a feature” which is a post I commit to making posts on a subject at regular intervals. I think it’s going to have to be about weaving. You may wonder where the weaving content has gone these days. Well, it’s spring and gardening season, but weaving is still important here and still happening tho slowly and pretty much in the background just now. However… keep watching! I am going to do this! Meanwhile, a bit of history, here’s what I did when I started out in this type of weaving. It was a 7′ hypotenuses triangle for shawls.
Amy’s Elsie’s has a shiny strand woven in. Karen’s
Two views pf Kathy’s. One before and one after weaving in the ribbons.
Below is a wool plaid shawl for my Pop and one for Stephanie of very soft furry nylon.
I copied this post from someone else who copied it from someone.. & etc. But it seemed to me to be something we should all think about. We sometimes have a tendency to get stuck looking at what’s wrong in our lives, in the people around us, in the country, finding ourselves complaining constantly. It might be time to just stop and look around us at what’s going right. I thought this story thought provoking.
She said it’s the little things that she misses most about Todd, such as hearing the garage door open as he came home, and her children running to meet him.
Lisa recalled this story:
“I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students.
As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, ‘Class is over. I would like to share with all of you, a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important. Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment.
Perhaps this is God’s way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. Her eyes, beginning to water, she went on, ‘So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice.
It doesn’t have to be something you see; it could be a scent, perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone’s house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the “stuff” of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted.
Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn’t do or see.