Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Spring, Sprang, Sprung

Dear readers,

I've been meaning to update my blog. That's been my intention. But there has been very little fibering here....tho' getting to the fiber has also been my intention. Someday I will do a blog post about intention.

But after such a long winter, I've been a little like this mayapple.

Just kind of hiding out under the newly sprung leafy green:
But, let's take a look at the situation head on:
Spring is flying fast. The trillium are almost done and the false solomon's seal is in bud:

The lilacs are completing their task of filling the air with their heady perfume (achoo!):
Jack's in his pulpit, this one sermonizing behind the fence, amid the rocks:
(What's that hymn about "let my heart be good soil"?)
And the wild geraniums are abundant:

I suspect this is the view the deer take of our new front door as they mosey on up to munch on my hostas and echinacea:
Volunteers are popping up in the most unexpected places. One must take advantage of this and turn some of them into permanent recruits:

And there are always party crashers to contend with (poison ivy):
Now out of the wild places to tame the flower beds:
Maybe next time you can join me for breakfast on the patio? We might even knit or spin a yarn.

Saturday, May 09, 2009


I like that word. It can mean so many things.

Like this:
Our new "entry". Front doors installed this week. It took us about 5 years to find the right front doors. Our house, though obviously built in the '70's is not one of the more popular designs of the 70's. So each update/replacement/repair requires a good deal of thought and looking around to find something that works. We picked these after hours of photoshop play with the designer.

I like them (the doors)....but if you're thinking "Presbyterian Church", you wouldn't be the first to think so.

Entries is also the name of one of my favorite poetry collections by Wendell Berry:
My favorite entry in this book is his poem, The Wild Rose, a love poem.

Entries can also mean a new beginning or starting something new. As in "after her entry into the world of computers....." I've sort of been thinking about starting something new, taking up a new adventure. Don't know what it will be just feeling itchy.

And finally entry can be a post in a journal, blog, or other ongoing record. Such as this entry: "My Mom is a programmer, raging against the machine"
It's a tribute by a young man to his weaving mom for Mother's Day.
My son sent me the link as part of his own Mother's Day tribute. It isn't written by my son, nor am I the weaver. (But what I wouldn't give to have a studio that looks like that!) Click on the link and read. I think you'll enjoy.

And that's the end of this entry!