Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
H is for hand, this was my hand in kindergarten
H is for Hatchel
of this sort (..you heckle with a hatchel)...
and H is for hackle....on my roo
and H is for Hellgrammite...have you ever seen one (or two!) before?
The fierce-looking, winged dobsonfly has a life cycle that lasts two to five years. They have complete metamorphosis. This is sometimes referred to as ELPA: Egg, Larva, Pupa, Adult. The larval stage, nicknamed a "hellgrammite,"
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
There were once five peas in one shell, they were green, the shell was green, and so they believed that the whole world must be green also, which was a very natural conclusion....
thus begins the story of the Pea Blossom by Hans Christian Anderson....
When my son was in primary school, he enjoyed hearing this story before bedtime....and I enjoyed reading it to him. Now, when I plant my peas, I remember the story...and how I would give him a handful of peas to "shoot out into the world" each spring.
Planting peas is a special moment for me, and I get very sentimental about this chore. I have a special fondness for peas...not for eating them, as much as for planting them.
Peas were the first thing I ever grew. My father prepared a "postage stamp" sized garden for me when I was about 9 or 10 years old. He gave me a pack of pea seed, and told me to plant them and take care of them. He reminded me that a good time of year to plant peas was on my Grandfathers birthday...that way I would always remember when to plant them. He told me it was MY garden, and that if the peas were to grow, I would have to take care of them. I have been fond of growing peas ever since. I worked hard on that garden..weeding and watering. I would look out my bedroom window at them at night, and early in the morning..just checking....
these grape hyacinth look like blue peas to me....
So, I planted my peas today....
I like a Dutch variety called Norli. I brought a small packet years ago, from Shepherds Seeds (now white flower farm). I save my pea seeds from year to year because I love the purple blossom on the Norli...and the flavor is good too.
It is a snow pea, good in stir fry.
Yesterday afternoon on the way to my spinning group, I took a pocket full of my pea seeds...and shot some out into the world...maybe one will fall and grow where it can encourage someone to feel just a little bit better...or maybe one will wind up in the crop of a pigeon, it's not for me to know.
And just to update a project note...I finished spinning what I had carded up of the Angora/Finn blend. I wound up using my noste to wind a center pull ball and ply up the lone remaining bobbin that was leftover, and it worked quite well. I had seen this method discussed on a spin group a few weeks ago, and found it to be a good tip. I still have more of this to card before I can spin it, so in the meantime, I started working on the roving I purchased from Grace Hatton...you can see it here.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Getting ready to plant is a long process. It is a process that I always want to hurry through. But I tend a garden with my better half, and must be ever mindful of the fact that he has other plans.
He is the soil builder. It is at this time of year that he works his magic. He does a good job of it. When we started a garden, this soil was practically a rock ridden clay field. Now it is a fluffy bed of rich organic SOIL.
Patience, he tells me...as he methodically goes about repairing the terraced beds. We garden on a hillside - a southerly slope, and he decided long ago, the best thing would be to terrace the raised beds. Occasionally, these retaining walls need repair..and springtime is when he does this...
Meanwhile, I am chomping at the bit, nagging him to hurry up, "I need to get the broccoli out of the green house and into the ground!"
Patience, he tells me...as he meanders over to the compost pile and shovels out the 2 year old bins of black gold. There was a time when he would screen the compost, sifting out only the choice nuggets...but I don't have time for him to do this today. "The lettuce is calling for release from it's crowded flat!"
I know his methods are correct..the time to prepare and feed the soil is now, and it will be worth it. The pay off will come and I will be glad for it..but right now, I just want to dig in and get going.
Sometimes, I have to walk away...when I get too impatient.. so I wandered over to where the daffs are blooming. And seeing them makes me remember to stop and just enjoy the process of growing a garden. It is a thought that appeals to the spinner in me. I enjoy the steps involved with spinning fiber. There are days to prepare fiber...and days to spin. I make better yarn when I slow down and enjoy the steps involved along the way...so it reminds me to enjoy the steps incorporated to produce a fruitful garden....now, get out of the way and let me plant the broccoli!
Friday, April 14, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
I will have to bring in the flats from the greenhouse.
Monday, April 03, 2006
I do know that it will be at least a week until her son's body comes home to be laid to rest in his hometown....and if she does find the strength to finish it, she said it will be something that she can wrap around him. My heart breaks for her.