walk with me wed like humans do

The warm weather has brought the frogs out. They are still dark in their coloring. This one has lived here for several years. I pass by him (or her, maybe he's a she) anyway, I pass it twice a day. Once in the morning, when I walk on my way to the henhouse to let the gals out...and once in the early evening, on my walk back at the end of the day to lock the gals up. We exchange pleasantries. Today ~we agreed~ was a nice day...a bit windy perhaps, but enjoyable.

"i'm breathin in
i'm breathin out
Like Humans Do."
David Byrne

We talk about the birds...they are looking for nesting sites, you know. I tell the frog about one that I found yesterday...in the trumpet vine.

He tells me that the chickadee wants me to clean out the nest box over on the garden fence...the one that the wren used last year. I made a note of it.

A few of the hens wander over to see what we are talking about,

or rather, to see if there is anything good to eat...the frog leaves with a kerplunk into the pool.

The hens are thinking of nests too. I've got a broody hen in the coop. There is a slim chance that the eggs are fertile, but I'll let her sit for now. I shared an exchange with the hen too (she was not as nice as the frog) and by the time it was over, she had a few ruffled feathers. I got the hint...she is quite determined.

I ask you, is this not the face of a "Moody Broody"?

attention to tension

Tension is a word that a fiber artist uses a lot. Knitting requires an even tension. A Spinning Wheel has a tensioning device to tighten or loosen -depending on the type of fiber and twist needed. Sewing machines have a dial to set the tension of the thread for the fabric that will be sewn together...and I am now discovering weaving requires the right combination of tension distributed across the heddles and the warp and woof.

I warped the Inkle loom with the help of a nice little tutorial by Ruth that I found on YouTube (with some great piano music btw). I am working on my edges and will try doing a few pick up patterns when I can master the correct amount of tension I need to make a decent edge. Grace taught me how to do the pick up patterns on the Double Hole Tape loom that Fred made. You should go and take a look at these beautiful patterns that she has woven on her tapes. I am almost finished with my first one, but I have a long way to go before I can find my "tension zone". When I look at the entire length of tape that I have woven, I can see areas that have too much tension (skinny)...and those with not enough (wide).

There is another kind of tension in my life these days, it is of a stressful nature...(you know the type, we all do)...and I am trying my best to manage it...It is not as easy as managing the tension in my knitting, spinning or weaving.... Too much tension in our lives is definitely not a good thing. The key is learning how to relax. I relax by doing fiber arts. Sometimes my tension from real life, spills over into what I'm working on, and the article I'm working on contains the tension. It makes it visible to the eyes...I can see it in the bands that I have been weaving. I strive to maintain an even tension, it takes practice.

walk with me wednesday...Crepuscular or?

Today was a busy day...full of worldly things...a "take care of business" day ...a day that didn't allow time to walk, or pause and notice the spring slowly enveloping the wood.

Days like this are hard for me. I need walking in my life..or sitting by the river... or just some time for noticing. The woods are important to me. I need to see and listen to the woods.

My walk today was no more than a trip to take the garbage out.....oh and then I carted the chicken feed from the car trunk to the storage bins near the coop.

I didn't think you would want to see pictures of THAT...so I did notice the snowdrops.

They always hang their heads...I stop and try to cheer them up. One always has to get down on the ground to see the snow drops properly...

In another week or two they will be gone already. I'm glad I stopped and spent some time with them. They are always the first flower to open around here. They are brave and stoic, blooming in the snow and cold of early spring.

They caught the last fews rays of sun as it was heading over the mountain.

So did I.

april fool

It has been a tradition in my family, to play an April foolery on unsuspecting members, that in some fashion, involves a frog.

There have been (false) frog news stories, plastic frogs (strategically placed), freak frogs, funny frogs, frogs in beer, frogs in boots (and strangely enough), frogs with beards.

As the years pass, it becomes more challenging. The mere mention of the word "frog" this early in the spring is a heads up....or two! April Fool!

phenological events March 2008

1st - snow storm
6th - wood thrush
20th- fox sparrow
26th- eastern phoebe
27th- pepper seed germinates
28th- planted tomato seed
31st- garden bonfire

the nest

The Eastern Phoebe has returned finally...and has been announcing it's arrival by singing and fine tuning it's song. This time of year they chase each other, and show off their skill in flight patterns that amaze me. I notice some of them visiting old nesting sites, evaluating repairs that will need to made....sprucing up, spring cleaning the nest. Some of the nests around here are at least 5 or 6 years old. A little bit of fixing up, and they are good to go. This stands in contrast to many other birds, which build new nests each spring.

While cleaning up in the garden yesterday, I found this nest.

I have always wanted to find a nest from the Baltimore Oriole, so my heart sort of skipped a beat when I noticed it.

I think it is a thing of beauty. Observe the workmanship...

I wonder which strand the bird started with,

the weaving is tight and secure, even though the snow and rains have weathered it.

Amazing to think this was woven with a beak.

this bird and I....we are kindred spirits....

take your time

With the change of seasons, the chores overlap. The cold frame/greenhouse needs to be opened...the winter kill needs to be picked up, tarps need to be removed from the hen house, fence posts around the garden need replacing, (as well as the wire in some spots).... Beds need to be raked out, seeds started, compost turned and spread...there is always so much to be done and attended to. It is best not to look at the whole picture at once, one risks getting overwhelmed..it is better to ease into things slowly, and gracefully...enjoying the process. The Eastern Phoebe is late in her return. Maybe she is taking her time, enjoying the migration.

This is a project that I have been enjoying... I started it months ago. As I begin the cast off, I find myself savouring it, really taking my time, drawing it out. I'm not sure why I don't want to finish it.

When I attended Rhinebeck last fall, I had the pleasure of meeting Cindy, of Cindyknits. She was wearing this very delicate and lovely shawl that she made with linen that she had dyed. I admired it, and she quickly offered to share the pattern with me. A few weeks later she not only sent the pattern, but the linen with which to work it! Fiber people are just the best!

This Lacy Winged Shawl pattern was a bit challenging for me, the way it starts off, in the center top edge, really puzzled me. I had to email Cindy for help. She translated for me, until I was able to get it going.

Look close and you will find a few errors here and there...but I love the eyelets, and the graceful curves of the stitches.

And I love how the cast off edge makes these beautiful points... The linen sets them off perfectly. I will make another, someday. I plan to spin the linen myself....from flax that I grow...Big plans, big dreams...

where would we be without our goals? It is important to set them....even if we don't reach them...the process of trying is far more important. Carry on.

happy happy

Happy Spring!

(ok, so I cheated and forced the cuttings! It is spring on the windowsill!)

Happy Easter!

(no cheating here, the easter bunny always delivers to the henhouse!) Let the egg avalanche begin....

dryocopus pileatus

Lately, there has been a Pileated woodpecker that has been eluding me. I cannot seem to get a good photograph of it, perhaps it is shy.

I hear her in the morning. Tap- tap tap..slowly...working on the tree nearby my window. Sometimes she will pause, and cuk, cuk, cuk. I'm pretty sure that she is a she because of her markings. If she is creating a new nest hole, it could take her up to six weeks to complete. The ground below the tree is littered with the product of her efforts. She is working the tree in several locations.

I look around to see if I notice a male nearby, but I don't. If her mate is around, he would be helping with the excavation. The nest cavity is long and rectangular.

Watching her, I am influenced. I decide to make a cap from the inner coat of the Shetland Fleece I have been working with. I made several batts with the drum carder and dyed the wool in the electric turkey roaster.... Jacquard Acid Dye - Crimson. And then, using a wet felting method, I fashioned the cap. There was still a lot of VM that needed to be removed. I used a felting needle and tweezers to pick it out. Tedious work.

Next, I used the locks of a Finnsheep that I have been teasing to ready them for spinning. As I sorted through the pile, I selected the ones with the most length to them. I used a thrum method, and knit a band,

which I finally attached to the cap using a basting stitch.

If you would like to read more about these wonderful birds, or hear the call that they make, I have added these links.

The first link has some wonderful close up photographs --including the long tongue that they use to extract insects from under the bark.

The other two can be found here and here.

post script: Thanks to the sharp observations of Manise, the bird in the above photos appears to be a male...note : "it has the red mustache stripe- therefore is a male!"

sham-rogue

Four leaf clovers are often glimpsed from the corner the eye rather than found by painstakingly combing through every patch.

Because luck is most needed when we are faced with adversity, four leaf clovers are more likely to be found in less accessible areas with poor soil. As hardship often brings out the best in people, the clover plant responds with four leaf clovers.

pyunta Guinness leh duh hull!

ceol 's craic!

computer woes

Greetings~

I have been instructed to notify you that the author of this blog will not be posting the regularly scheduled walk with me wednesday post, due to technical difficulties. Her computer is outdated, annoying and uncooperative. In order to keep this dinosaur functioning, computer maintenance is paramount, and must be attended to asap. Therefore the walk is cancelled. And now I must return to one of MY very important duties around here...napping! so, if you will excuse me.....

after the turbulence

after the turbulence,things are settling down, the waters recede.

but the traces of the commotion and disturbance of the waters remain behind...I find the consequences along the shoreline.

Can there be beauty in such images?

When the air temperature is low, and the water levels drop, there are ice formations that are created by the water dripping off the surrounding vegetation.

if it were not so cold and windy, I would sit in this spot and stare at the water playing with these ice sculptures for a time...and contemplate....'cause every now and again, a soul needs a good contemplation.

walk with me wednesday, down to the river

Walks don't always happen on Wednesdays...I take them when I can get them, but this week, I did have a Wednesday walk. It just took me until Thursday to post about it.

I followed the turkey tracks, they point the way...
down...

I followed the feeder streams...
down...

down to river...the muddy river...

full and brown, fast and high....places where I had just tracked the bobcat through the snow on Sunday, were now underwater.

The snow pack is leaving, taking the runoff of top soil with it. The rains and melt are not careful about what they leave behind, they are hurried, urgent, rushing.

It occurs to me as I post these photographs, how quiet it is. A stark contrast to the voice of river, the stream...the shusshing of the water that gushes by is missing. The river's voice has been loud, and constant these past few days. Instead of lulling me to sleep, it wakes me. It tells me that its time to wake up...time to turn again.

The Wood thrush returned and so did the marsh marigolds. The wood thrush was one day late of breaking a record for an early return. The last time he arrived this early was 1994. I'm so happy to hear him, it will still be weeks before he comes out of the wood and shows himself.

aurora

Spinners are a generous type. We can't help sharing our stash. It is more fun that way. We like to spin samples. That is how we learn. Cathy recently sent me some Shetland samples. Aren't they pretty? Amazing to think that one breed offers such an assortment!

This yellow colored sample was the first fleece I picked up to spin. I noticed the tag on the sample was labeled Aurora.

I was curious about the yellow color and wondered about it while I was spinning. Was it yellow because it was yolk, or canary stain? I couldn't remember the difference... I decided to google it.

Imagine my surprise when the first result to appear was from Leigh about her experience with Aurora!!! Sometimes the internet is such a fun place!

Aurora
one ounce
102 yards
wpi 12

My sample of Aurora was sitting on the table, and caught the sunlight ...

...eponymic perhaps??

traditional ways

This video shows some wonderful spinning techniques. And I especially love the bird inside the house. If you go directly to the Youtube site, and enlarge the video to full screen, you can see a great close up of the fingers spinning down off the distaff on the wheel.