Sunday, September 20, 2015
One of my favorite poems comes to mind as I harvest the carrots.
How to Slow Down, find a little bit of land somewhere and plant a carrot seed. Now sit down and watch it grow. When it is fully grown pull it up and eat it. – Stephen Gaskin
I grew Nantes and Danvers on the far side of the garden this year. This is the first time I've ever planted carrots as a spring crop to harvest in the fall. One long row produced about a half bushel and yielded about 12 pints. And then some. for eating fresh.
I planted another row as a fall crop that is now well underway, and should be ready to harvest by Thanksgiving.
Meanwhile, there is some weaving under way. I'm experimenting with some Afghan Hound singles that I spun from distaff to spindle. I am using the spindle as a shuttle and have not finished the yarn, rather, just started weaving straight away with it!
I realize I may regret this decision, but sometimes you just have to take your chances.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
It has been a long time since I've seen so many honeybees on the corn tassels! Today, they were here in large numbers!
Standing nearby, I could hear the humming of their wings.
I could see the little puffs of pollen falling from the Staminate flowers down to the silk (stigma).
I could see their corbicula or pollen baskets... and thought of the bees returning to their hives with the pollen from my corn.
Welcome back, bees!
Thursday, February 19, 2015
This winter, there are attempts being made to achieve the goal of weaving with my handspun linen. Samples have been woven on a 4 harness table top loom that sits in a somewhat south/west facing window. The light is at its best in the mid to late afternoon, and the room is situated on the second floor, above the woodstove. The cabin has the old "gravity feed" vents in the floor, and the warmth radiates upwards. It is a pleasent place to be during these very cold days.
From my vantage point, I see the slope of the snow covered road.
If I look through the trees, I can see the river winding its way through the valley.
There is the old maple that has been severely trimmed this past fall. It holds a bird feeder, and late in the day, the turkeys come down off the mountain to eat the seeds that the smaller birds have dropped. Turkeys are normally very shy, and it is hard to get close to them. They do not notice me looking down on them from above. It is remarkable how much their behavior is like the chickens we keep. Or maybe it is the other way around.
The warp that I have dressed the loom with, is made from commercially spun cotton. Pulling one or more strands through the dent will allow me to decide what sett I will use for the final piece. I used a handmade mini-triangle loom for a raddle, but I'm not so sure it was the best idea.
The heddles are threaded for plain or tabby weave. I must remember to take notes about what I think works well, and what does not. Surprisingly, the weave structure that happened due to a threading error, is a favorite. I am learning and enjoying the process.
My inspiration comes from these towels (shown above), work of my Grandmother's and Great Grandmother's.
As you can see, there is still much for me to learn. The weft for the samples is my handspun linen singles. The singles were spun with Z twist.
Next, I plan to try the handspun hemp singles for warp. I don't mind telling you that I feel a bit daunted by the idea.