2nd eagles gather
6th ice on river
8th black ducks appear
18th snow shovel dig out
22nd temps drop frigid
24th ice dams
25th snow falling daily
Monday, January 31, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
feets don't fail
At the slightest hint of an ice dam, the man of the house is out on the ladder with the roofraker.
He thinks nothing of the snow and ice beneath his feet, or the feet of the ladder...
...or for that matter...how many feet above the river he stands...
To calm my frazzled nerves I work on winding sock yarn for my next project. This is beautiful Berry Season from Serendipity Yarn and Roving that I picked up from my booth neighbor at the Endless Mountains fiber fest this past fall.
...putting my own feet to use in place of a swift my mind wanders..and I contemplate how many feet are in the 3 hundred and some odd yards that I am winding. I have been learning Excel and somehow, I suspect there is a formula for a spreadsheet for this too.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
beggerwoman hat
Last week I worried when I could not find my earflap hat. The cold winds bite my ears, and I felt vulnerable going outside without it. I looked everywhere and finally decided that my only defense was to make another hat.
The lack of color in the world outside, makes me want lots of color inside. I select a pattern that calls for lots of colors. Dancing Stars Hat by Anne Carroll Gilmour. I do some stash diving in my handspun basket...add a few hours of knitting and va la!... presto!!..new hat!
Of course there were ends to weave in.
But I had it finished in time to wear for my walk down to the river today.
I've been watching the ice flows from my kitchen window, today I make time to look at them up close.
Be careful. The rocks are slippery and snow covered. Step with caution and be sure of your footing...don't drop the camera.
The ice flow formations are lovely, and the water glides gently past the rocks. The faster current channels stay open while the slower, still waters freeze up.
My new hat keeps me warm and I watch the ice flow by on its way to the larger tributary.
Curves lines and contrast of stone mirror curves lines and contrast of ice. River and rock reflect each other.
I have the moon and the stars around my head, and the world is my home.
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