Delightful Surprises

While working in the office early this afternoon I heard Ed urgently, yet quietly, say “Come in here now!” Then he repeated it more urgently, “Come, NOW. Look out the window.”

Knowing to must be something special I grabbed the camera and stealthily moved to the living room where Ed was.


Apparently the hawk was hoping for a meal to come to the feeder.

I crept closer to the window. He turned towards the neighbor’s yard.


Then he flew down and sat for a few moments on the tongue of our trailer before flying low across the road.

I returned to work and Ed left for an appointment in town. About half an hour later I returned to the living room to practice the violin while Ed was still gone.

So intent was I on getting the layout of certain patterns in my fingers and brain that I wasn’t aware of a shift in the atmosphere. Until I stood up to put the violin away. Glancing out the window I was shocked to see it snowing. Hard!

December 1st snow.


The snow was falling fast and thick.

The view from our back porch towards the hardy turnips, beets, and rutabagas still growing. (Look at those greens, thriving after several days of temps in the low 20’s to barely above freezing during the day.)

I needed to get back to work to post spindles in our webstore. Ed returned home in the flurry of snow. He said there was even more snow in town.

Caught up in work then preparing food for a slow-roasted supper I didn’t think to take another picture even though the snow continued for well over an hour covering the world in white.

Delightful surprises for the first day of December

Not a Typical War Story

Flat feet kept my dad from being enlisted at the outbreak of WW2.

As a bachelor who was a veterinarian’s assistant he had enough free time, so, feeling the call to duty, he volunteered as a perimeter guard at the local Military Base.

The path that he patrolled paralleled a vast tomato field on one quadrant of the base. As the tomatoes ripened he wasn’t tempted. He’d never liked tomatoes.

The hot days grew hot. Circling the boundary around the base he became very thirsty. When he reached the tomato field side the plump, juicy tomatoes growing along the path began to look good to him.

One day the farmer pulled up alongside on his tractor. They chatted a bit about the day, the war, and the harvest. He invited my dad to help himself to a tomato now and then if he got hungry on his rounds.

One day he reached over, picked a fat red tomato, took one bite then threw it into the field in disgust.

Day after day he’d pick another tomato, eat a bite and throw the rest away. Slowly he began to like them as the refreshing juice helped to quench his thirst. By the time the tomato field was harvested the fruit had become one of his favorite foods.

I’ve always loved tomatoes and share my mom’s favorite way of eating them.


One of the last of tomatoes from my garden with cucumber pickles I put up in August.

The delicious orange ones were a new to me variety.


Made into spaghetti sauce Tuesday and served with roasted vegetables Ed brought in from the garden that afternoon.


I’m thankful for the extended growing season this year!

Fiber Thursday

A young mom brought her two homeschooled daughters to Yarn & Yak this morning. This was the third time they’ve come; each girl bringing some type of project. Today they were stringing popcorn and cranberries in preparation of decorating.

After awhile the older daughter showed me the spinning she’s been doing with the spindle she’d bought at Oregon Flock & Fiber Festival. She wasn’t sure what to do with the singles.

I showed her how to make a plying ball with the two ends, which took her no time to wrap.


Soon she had her various singles plyed.

About the boots: They still have almost a foot of snow at their place. Younger sister excitedly told me about sledding and making a snow fort.

I enjoy their enthusiasm and wide ranging curiosity. I’ve started thinking that perhaps I need to have kids’ yarn time during the week, perhaps right after school. My dilemma is having the time and energy to commit to such a venture.

A beautiful quilt for a cat rescue auction was being hemmed, stitching was happening on an appliqué block, there was a gorgeous needlepoint picture in progress.

I got a small start on a pair of sock socks using handspun yarn.


I’m thankful for the gathering of fiber friends and the chance to socialize and relax.

An Autumn Day

The last of the dahlias succumbed to this morning’s 26F hard frost.
I took these pictures yesterday knowing that their time was near. In hindsight I should have picked the final blossoms last week.


Perhaps the full moon is to blame, or staying up too late last night. I slept lousy last night due to dysautonomia (autonomic dysfunction) striking. Not only does my system get out of whack but it always brings anxiety and dread.

I’m very thankful that despite not feeling well, and very low energy I was able to get all the work and baking that needed to be done since we were invited to celebrate a birthday with family and I’d been asked to bake a specific gluten-free almond/coconut cookies.

Mmm!

The evening was lovely. Granddaughter and I fed and cuddled her two rabbits and I enjoyed watching the changingevening sky.


I’m thankful to have been able to get the things done that needed doing.

I’m thankful for the beautiful day, and the bright autumn colors.

I’m thankful for family.

Sweet Potatoes

The sun came out today, after several days of relentess, cold rain, at times on the verge of snowing (my friends 6 miles up the road had 12” by last night!). Time to dig up the rest of the sweet potatoes Ed decided to plant this summer.

Ed had been watching YouTube videos on gardening including one about sweet potatoes. Well, in our area no one carries sweet potato seed-plants as it’s seems like it’s long been assumed that it’s too cold to grow them.

Ever resourceful, Ed cut a couple sweet potatoes from our pantry and bought a couple varieties from an Asian store in Salem. He planted them in a container that he placed in front of our living room window.

After they grew leaves filling the container he planted them at the far end of the garden.

After several weeks leaves and vines were taking over.

This was just the beginning of their expansion. Before summer’s end the vines had intertwined with the beets and carrots.


Ed harvested the first ones this past weekend,

which were roasted for supper.


Absolutely delicious!!!

I’m thankful for Ed’s initiative to plant them this summer. We both learned a great deal, with more to learn. Such as: Sweet potato leaves are edible! Don’t eat yam leaves, yams are related to potatoes – the leaves are toxic. Sweet potatoes aren’t really potatoes, they’re related to morning glory!

Potato plant leaves surrounded by morning glory leaves, er, sweet potato leaves.


I’m thankful for the space and ability to grow some of the food we consume.

Moody Moon

Peering out the living room window to see if it could possibly be snowing. Many local friends living just up the road from town are posting tantalizing pictures and videos of huge flakes and a white Novinterland.

Instead, the almost full moon peeked from behind lilac leaves and scuttling, amber-tingedclouds.


Outside in the backyard, I looked up—higher than I’d expected.


The moon appeared to be racing horizontally between the rowan tree’s branches, trying to dodge the clouds, playing with setting and mood of the cold night sky.


Seeking to be framed by the leaves


I’m grateful for the moon’s changing beauty and lure. For the rhythm and predictability of the moon’s waxing and waning through the months, seasons, and years. A constant full to sliver sign in the sky of the wonder of creation.

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