I had to blog on this date, mind block or not. It’s stunning to realize that almost 2 months have passed since the last post. So many events, small happenings and thoughts have flowed past that it’s hard to begin to know how to jump in the fast rushing stream.

We’ve been waking up between 4 – 5 almost every morning this week. It was nice to actually sleep in until 6 this morning. Not that we set an alarm. No, some internal clock seems to think we need that extra hour to ease into the work day. Thursday morning I stepped outside about 3:40 to gaze at the lunar eclipse. It was almost a shock to see how dark the night was, how bright the stars. Just hours before I’d stood in our back yard enjoying the bright light shining from the huge, glowing moon. Except for a background chorus of crickets the early morning darkness was enveloped in a deep calm that filled the soul. I debated staying up but more sleep seemed wise with a day full of responsibilities ahead. At 4:30 Ed got up, and I gave up trying to fall back asleep.

Spinzilla took place this week. I managed to spin all of four ounces for a total of 217 yards. Dreams of spinning at record speed (for me) were dashed when I chose to spin a scrumptious Alpaca/Tussah Silk blend with the Walking Wheel. I had enjoyed spinning alpaca with the WW in the past. Unfortunately the combo doesn’t seem to work well with long-draw. The twist settled onto the long silk threads but grabbed the shorter alpaca in clumps so I ended up needing to use a sort of modified worsted,long-draw. If there’s such a thing. Very hands on. Which isn’t conducive to spinning a Walking Wheel. My Victoria wheel needs some tlc from Ed so using it wasn’t an option. I thought about seeing what I could do with a spindle but decided not to stress about the lack of volume but to use the time as a good learning experience. Friday night, after a beautiful hike with the visiting Idaho grandkids (and packing Violet in the backpack), I was too tired to walk at the WW so I grabbed a kuchulu and spun five yards of a red and black fiber for grandson who wanted me to make him a “manly” bracelet. The two Idaho children learned to spin when we visited them at the end of August.



Life is good! Ed and I are blessed. We enjoyed having the children stay with us for a portion of the weekend. We made our muscles sore hiking to Butte Creek Falls on Friday 039

and working in the yard yesterday afternoon. Young friends joined us for dinner after church today. Tomorrow morning a friend from college days ,when she, Ed & I were on staff at a summer camp, will be visiting. She and her husband have been living in Czech… for almost 3 decades. It’s a treat to get to spend time with her when they’re in the states visiting family and friends. Tuesday morning Heidi is coming to get some hands-on with setting up a loom and work on some of the finer points of spinning. Then! It’s back to work full speed ahead. Wheeee.

The piece of apple cake I just ate was delicious. Writing this post is a diversion to edging over to the table for another piece, like we all did after dinner this afternoon. Ed started it by cutting a big square smack-dab from the center of the pan after devouring his first piece, then our visiting friend cut out a corner piece for himself and before I could think my hand had placed another helping on my plate.

The cake was made with the last of the apples from our tree. The Gravenstein sapling we planted fifteen years ago has provided us with an abundance of apples for eating out of hand, saucing, pies and cakes and apple leather. Its only drawbacks is that the apples have a short shelf-life.DSC05458Please, step into our garden.
DSC05491The green beans have been tender and flavorful. Jars have been filled and processed for winter eating.DSC05494The first ripe ears of corn were eaten this week.DSC05499The broccoli is almost finished. It’s best eaten raw to savor its deliciousness.DSC05500 The peppers are adding zing and crunch to our meals.

DSC05509 DSC05511Missing are pictures of the cherry and Early Girl tomatoes we’ve been eating since early July. The Romas and Beefsteaks are just ripening. Soon they will be drying or roasting in preparation for winter sauces. Potatoes are being dug as we need them. The beets will be harvested by Wednesday. This week we will plant carrot, leek, spinach and beet seeds for winter crops.

As Ed and I ride our bikes in the evening we pass a vacant, For Sale, house. A few days ago I spied the russet gleam of apples ripening in an old tree at the corner of the property. There will be more pies and cakes in our future.

And Decadent apple rolls! Like these scrumptious bundles of juicy goodness.

DSC05482Recipe? Why, of course. These are a modification of the ones that Pioneer Woman wrote about.

How I make them:
Home made crescent rolls. If there’s time, otherwise the store bought ones work fine.
24 crescent rolls (instead of 16, there’s plenty of room for 2 dozen)
4-5 apples. You’ll want to make lots. 
1/2 cup butter, melted
1 cup of sugar
1 teas vanilla
1 – 7 oz, or 8 oz* (237ml) can of Mt Dew (or any citrus soda)
Brown sugar

Lightly butter a 9×13″ pan. Sprinkle a handful or two of brown sugar over the butter.
Peel and slice each apple into 8 pieces. Put one – two slices onto the wide end of each crescent roll wedge, roll up and place into buttered pan.  Tuck the extra pieces of the apples in the spaces between the rolls.

Dump the sugar into the melted butter. Stir until just blended. No need to completely dissolve.
Stir Vanilla into the melted butter/sugar.  Pour evenly over the apple rolls.
Pour the soda pop around the edges of the pan and between the long rows of rolls.
Sprinkle cinnamon over everything – amount according to your tastes.
Bake at 350F for 35 – 40 minutes.

*If you can’t find that size use a 12 oz can and drink the 4 ounces. :) This isn’t exact science. The second time I made these Ed brought home some 7 oz cans which I found to be a perfect amount in the 9×13″ pan.


Monday morning, ETA  During the two months of silence WordPress changed their format, including disabling comments. Which I didn’t realize until this morning. Comments are now enabled. I love blog appropriate comments. :)

I want to put the brakes on June, to have the days slow to a languid crawl wherein there is plenty of time to luxuriate in the last weeks of one of the most pleasant Springs to be had.

Hearing the noisy birds at the feeders this evening I grabbed my camera and slid quietly outside to snap pictures of the finches.
(Picture heavy post; please let me know if any of you have a slow connection which makes loading lots of pictures almost impossible.)DSC04879






At times throughout the day over two dozen would be flitting amongst the branches of the ash tree and two feeders.

A tiny bird hummed into view to stop for a bright sweet drink.

She kept an eye on me but didn’t seem too wary about the less than five feet between us.
There was another reason I’d stepped outside before the evening dew began to fall.
A shirt was waiting to be brought inside and ironed after this past Saturday’s debut at the NW Regional Spinners’ Guild conference held on the beautiful grounds of Willamette University. I only went for the day to chat with people, spin and volunteer to watch items in the Gallery a couple of hours. And chat with more people. While spinning on my Egret. And have a delightful lunch outside next to this bridge with Flora who drove down from Portland to spin for the day.
DSC04860The material was woven earlier this year (see 1.4.14 post) from a combination of linen threads, tencel threads and wool. A linsey/woolsey shirt – which looks like it will definitely need ironing. The material may have come off the loom in January, washed, dried and rolled up to store but it took until May to get around to figuring out what shape to make the shirt. I’m quite pleased with it. I love the woven detail that can be seen close up.

In the time since I last wrote the spinach and peas which we planted in early March are thriving. This picture of the pea vines was taken April 12th, they’re almost twice as high now.

030The last two nights we’ve had a handful of spinach leaves in our juice, as well as some watercress that Ed planted several weeks ago. Their tender succulent leaves are a delicious addition to our nightly ritual of juiced lemon, ginger root, powered tumeric, almond milk and whatever is on hand that sounds good.

Ed’s blood pressure was 160/134 at his check-up in early February. He declined the doctor’s recommended statins taking matters into his own hands. Those high numbers and our seemingly endless rounds of colds and sinus problem made him serious about cutting out all soft drinks replacing them with lots of fruits and juicing.

His blood pressure at his check-up this past Thursday was 130/85.

The apple tree had lots of blossoms again this year. One warm day as I walked home from the Post Office towards the end of MarchI was stopped by a loud humming emanating from the tree. Honey Bees and Bumble Bees, Butterflies and Wasps were swarming from blossom to blossom sharing in the heady feast of the spring pollen and nectar.035-001
The stretch of fine warm weather continued into the first couple of weeks of April. (It’s been quite cold since with lots of rain, some hail and thunderstorms.) Our little Violet was delighted by all the little daisies and bright dandelions growing in our yard but she wasn’t too sure about the daisy .

Slippers were crocheted for the new son of a dear friend of my daughter, Aurora, using some of my handspun wool which was dyed by Aurora last year. (My own fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants booties)

The soles of Ed’s beloved felted slippers that we’d bought at OFFF four or five years ago were wearing out.  One hole was already under the heel with other very thin areas threatening to give way. Casting about for a solution to extending the life of these slippers I thought of the leather that I’d tucked away for a special purpose. A customer had traded one of her husband’s wonderfully soft, beautiful hand-tanned deer hides for a couple of spindles several years ago.
Yesterday afternoon I sat at the kitchen table with the slippers, a block of wood, an awl and hammer, sharp sturdy needle and linen thread.


Ed declared them as better than new, liking the moccasin look.DSC_0124

Quick, successful projects are the best!

A comment in the previous post asked “I just don’t understand how the sizes work and how much yarn to get.
I want to knit a sweater for a 2-year-old. What pattern do I follow? If you can help, that would great.”

I admit that it took some mental gymnastics for me to figure out how in the world the pattern worked for all those various sizes. I’m not sure I could have tackled knitting the Child’s Surprise Jacket for my 5-year-old grandson without having first knit the baby version for my 6 month old granddaughter.
Violet's BSJ
In knitting the BSJ I followed the written out instructions on page 2 of the pattern. It took an entire skein of 100g of sock yarn, 405 yards and I almost ran out. For a toddler I’d want twice that amount, which should be more than enough. If you’re planning to have stripes then 400 yards of the main color and three or four skeins of other colors should do the trick, depending on how big the stripes are. (Using variegated yarn for the first BSJ was a blessing since it eliminated the need to weave in all the ends and making sure the color sequence looked balanced and good.)

My advice for someone making their very first BSJ, but for a toddler, would be to use a worsted yarn and the size of needle that would get you 5 stitches per inch so that you can follow the row by row instructions on page 2.

But, if you’re up for a challenge and you want to make one using a specific yarn then read on:

Before starting a CSJ for my five-year old grandson I carefully read the Option instructions on pg 4 as well as all the CSJ instructions on pg 8. Next I swatched to determine what my [K] was using the sportweight yarn I’d bought. The last time we’d been together I’d measured Wesley’s chest, arm length and from the back of his neck to just below his waist. With 24″ (chest circumference) for my starting figure I knit three swatches to determine stitches per inch using US 4 needles,  US5 and US6. The look and feel of the swatch from the US5 needles. (40″L circs) at 6 stitches per inch gave the best result.

Circumference: 24″ divided by 2 for the width = 12″
12 x 6 (spi) = 72  divided by 3 = 24  (It’s a happy coincident that 24″ circumference ends up back at 24 as K.)
24 was the K for this sweater.

(I use a notebook to keep records on my knitting projects. Good notes and swatching are crucial  for a successful outcome with Elizabeth Zimmerman’s SJ, along with a calculator if you don’t like doing math on paper.)

To make a sweater for a two-year old I’d go with the chest size of 21″ since that’s a typical chest size of a 2 yo.

21 divided by 2 = 10.5 x whatever stitches per inch you get when swatching with your yarn and needles (For this example I’ll use 6.5 spi using #3 needles but I’d definitely swatch first for exact gauge/stitch count.)
10.5 x 6.5 = 68.25 divided by 3 = 22.75 = K
Cast On 9[K](22.75) = 205 stitches (rounded up)

Follow the directions as written on page 8. It really helps to write out the sequence of the process, not only to help you wrap your mind around it but to clearly see at a glance in your notebook where you’re at with increases and decreases. The sweater looks like an alien amoeba until the latter half when you’re able to bring the sleeves into position.

In other news. Spring is in the air here in Oregon! I reveled in warm sunshine while mowing the yard today. Having clear sunny skies is balm to the soul. Last Friday we went to a farm that has plants for sale and bought a kumquat tree, along with some other plants. In the afternoon we planted peas and spinach seeds in the garden. We’re looking forward to spending more time outside working in the garden and the small greenhouse that we put up over the past few weeks.

In November I put out pleas here and in Ravalry for a certain color and dye lot of a green Cascade 220 sport yarn that I’d run out of a ball short of finishing the Child Surprise Jacket I was knitting for my grandson. After searching a few weeks I ended up buying all new skeins of the new lots of green, now dyed in China instead of Peru where Cascade yarns had been sourced and dyed for years.

The disaster took a positive turn: once I’d removed the needles from the original and I was able to lay it out flat I realized that I should go down a needle size but cast on more stitches to allow for the growth spurt my grandson was going through during the intervening months. Instead of #6 / 4mm needles I used #5 / 3.75mm 40″ circulars with the knit count of 24(k). That is one of the wonderful things about Elizabeth Zimmerman’s Surprise Jackets: you get to figure out the right numbers of stitches for the correct size.

In January we got the news that our son and family was to be transferred to the warm part of the Southwest. I devoted more evenings to knitting, racing against the time they’d leave cold snow country. Then Gus called asking us to fly to Boise to stay a few days with the kids while he and MJ looked for a house in the new city.

The night before we were to fly it was finished, except for the i-cord seaming of the sleeves to bring it all together. By bedtime there were still several inches  left to do and I knew that I didn’t want to wrestle with the technique while flying so I tucked it, yarn and needles into the suitcase that would be checked in, which also contained beads and beading tools – items Ed didn’t want to risk having confiscated if we took it as carry-on. I grabbed a ball of yarn from the bag that Ed had given me for Christmas, copied the first page of the pattern from the book he’d bought that has the sweater pattern he liked, found the right needles and put them in a project bag that fit into my purse.

Between several good people praying for my nerves and brain to be calm, taking the drowsy form of Demeral and knitting rows of K1, P1 for the beginning of the back, it was a good flight on a turbo-prop plane. When we saw it taxi up to the terminal Ed casually made a remark about its size to the older gentleman waiting next to us. He launched into glowing details about what great, sturdy planes these were; he’d rather fly through storms in them than a larger plane. What comfort hearing those words gave my trembling nerves! I know that God brought him to sit beside us just so I could have wonderful reassurance from a guy who had been a navy pilot towards the end of the Vietnam war.

That evening Wes tried on the sweater, trying not to mind the bristling needles and hanging ball of yarn. DSC_0012
Sunday afternoon Ed got out the beads for them to make make necklaces for mom.

DSC_0052By the time they’d finished making necklaces the sweater was dry.

Wes posing in his superhero stance. The black band slightly above his elbows was the original cast on edge. The first sweater that I’d almost finished had upper arms that seemed like they’d be too tight for this sturdy fellow so I cast on 10 additional stitches before marking the increase points. The additional on the arm part set the shoulder slightly behind the center shoulder line but doing so made for ample room in the upper sleeves. I wish I’d thought to do the two rows of blue around the perimeter of the sweater as I did at the last minute on the sleeve cuff. But the body was already cast off (and all the ends woven in) before I picked up the stitches along the cast on edge of the black sleeve band to lengthen the arms.
Monday Feathers had gymnastic class, an event that enthralled both Ed and I in that gym bustling with activity everywhere we looked. Groups of boys and girls ranging from kindergarten through high school in moving through stations of various apparatus and mats.
DSC_0089Feathers likes the balance beam best but she was sandwiched between two girls blocking her from our view.

More shots of the sweater and kids in action.
DSC_0146Here’s a back view of it.DSC_0150Wesley wanted to wear it all the time. Seeing his joy and enthusiasm for it makes me want to cast on another one.
Oh wait, first a sweater for Ed.

String rows of foggy days between foggy nights and you get a seemingly unending monochromatic rope of undulating grays and murky black threatening to subdue even the most optimistic person.

There was a brief moment early this morning when the sun broke through and the fog and clouds looked to be thinning, scattering. Spirits rose at the enticement of even a partially sunny day only to be dashed minutes later as the fog rolled thickly back down the ridges.

For the majority of this month the firs and oaks beyond our back yard have stood as silent ghostly sentinels.

If the weather forecast hadn’t been for a week of sunshine and temps in the high 50’s we could be handling it better. With all the fog we’ve had this month the tantalizing promise or warmth and sun made our spirits soar, only to be doused. Compared to what people are enduring in the mid-west and back east, weeks of unending fog really aren’t a hardship. Just depressing. Cold damp. Gloomy.

Gray days steeped in deep bone-chilling moisture aren’t exactly cheery.

Yesterday Ed saw an ad on Craigs List for some sawn maple for a decent price. Calling the number we discovered that he lived east of Portland  high in the Cascade foothills, a scant mile from the summer camp where Ed and I had met almost 37 years ago when he was the maintenance crew leader and I the assistant wrangler. The good price for the wood, the prospect of a beautiful drive along roads we used to traverse,  and the very real possibility that the drive would take us above the fog, soon had us headed to the land of blue sky and sunshine.

About 40 miles from home the road climbed out of the fog and we had a stunning glimpse of Mt Hood shining in majestic whiteness. (But no place to pull over before trees or hills obscured it.)

Past the town of Sandy the narrow county road stitched back and forth, down, down plunging back into the fog. Across the Sandy River foaming icy green from the mountain snow run-off, then hairpining up the other side onto a higher ridge, over the bench in glorious sun then plunging down into another river canyon also steeped in fog, white frost lining the road at high noon. Across an old bridge spanning smaller Bull Run river and the ancient power plant huddling in the gloom of the narrow fir crusted canyon, again winding, winding higher and higher, back into the sunshine..

One never knows quite what to expect on these types of jaunts to buy wood. Sometimes it’s a total bust, except for perhaps a pleasant drive. We spied the boards propped up against a car and our hearts soared at the sight, even if they weren’t quite as thick as mentioned in the listing. Ed had hopes the maple might be suitable for another Walking Wheel.

The warmth, bright colors and sun were balm to our souls. We wanted to just stand, chatting to the amiable fellows and soak in the sun. Breathing deeply the rich scents of the soil, trees and moisture. To listen beyond the chatter and hear the vast silence that this area can produce. To the west the fog clouds hovered.

The fellow and his son have some very impressive bigleaf maple logs that they’ve been milling with an Alaskan chain saw.037

Ferns take root almost anywhere in this damp place, even on the sides of trees.

Looking down a ravine beyond their pasture.


We spied the log cabin tree house which they’d built that summer. There are two beds that fold down from the wall, a table and benches, a propane burner, lamp and shelves – quite cozy!


Getting a good workout loading all the boards into our rig we were finally winding back down the hills to Sandy where I spied this sign. Of course we stopped and did a bit of shopping. :) I wish I’d been thinking and had gotten a picture of the proprietress, a very pleasant woman who’s run this yarn store for 10 years. If you’re ever driving through Sandy stop by and say hi to her and support her little business. It’s just off the main street heading West.


The warmth and sunshine almost made us forget the conditions back home. Until we dipped further down the Cascades and back into the fog.

The shrouded museum at the end of our block.

On a cheery note! The second take of the sweater for my grandson is nearing completion. I have high hopes of finishing it this week.


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