September Spinning

September was a good month for wrapping up a couple of long-term spinning projects.

Today’s spinning show and tell is the 50/50 Yak/Silk started over 3 years ago this project was all spun on an early Kuchulu

and the first little Antler spindle Ed made.
This was an on-the-go project which traveled to several hospitals waiting through friends’ surgeries; to appointments; going through the car wash; during meetings… This month I decided to concentrate on finishing the spin, after all, it is only 2 ounces / 56 grams.

The four balls of singles were chain-plyed with the Victoria wheel Wednesday  morning resulting in 175 yards of shining, lush yarn that will be destined for a scarf.  525 yards of singles from 56 grams.

September has been a gentle, though busy month. A month of sunshine and warmth without the sapping heat of summer. This afternoon a pigeon flew twice to our back kitchen door, flapping his wings looking in at us. While the small birds, and occasionally a blue jay, quite often brave coming onto the back porch we’d never seen a big pigeon come this close. There was an explosion of whirling wings when I went to throw them some bird food: Doves, sparrows, chickadees, finches, pigeons and more flew to the surrounding trees. One pigeon sat on the utility wire alertly watching. After broadcasting the seeds I went to the garden to snack on cherry tomatoes. While standing in the garden the air became filled with the chatter, chirps, clicks, coos and song of a multitude of birds. I was engulfed in a riotous cacophony of bird sound as though I was deep in the jungle. The clouds trembled with the weight of moisture while there was a sense of stillness in the backyard, other than the noise of birds. Birds fluttered back to the ash tree next to our back porch, then a breeze ruffled the tree and they shot up into the sky. Then complete silence for about 30 seconds before a few birds started up again and the air was once more filled with their chatter and song. All this time the solitary sentry pigeon stayed firmly gripping the wire while sweet tomatoes filled my stomach.




Cricket Chorus

Surrounded by a loud cricket chorus, the sound almost deafening.  The tempo is prestissimo this warm evening.

The past four months seem to have passed at up-tempo speed. Often people declare they can’t wait for fall, especially after the record days of temperatures in the nineties. I won’t miss the scorching hot days but I will miss the long warm daylight hours.

The last time I posted I had no idea that the very next day we’d receive news that Ed’s best friend, fishing buddy, Saturday morning coffee chats and confidant had unexpectedly, shockingly died in his sleep in the early hours of the morning. He was only 2 months into his 66th year.

Eric was almost bigger than life, unlike anyone we’d known before. There will never be another person like him; witty, an engaging story teller, an excellent preacher, friend, a laugh that invited others to laugh with him; the voice of a thousand characters; loved art, theater and a good book, and a deep thinker. He challenged us to think, to laugh, to look at life from different perspectives. He loved Jesus, his family, and his close friends with loyalty and abandon.

Ed misses Eric as the friend of his heart, I miss his encouragement and exhortation, especially in ministry and sermons. He sat in the front pew his final Sunday at church fully, enthusiastically engaged in the worship and message.

Summer seems to have passed as fast and blurred as the frantic pace of the crickets chirping outside. So many things happening, yet not.

On one level it doesn’t seem like much was accomplished. Work swung into a different rhythm getting the new website built, transferred, and the new cart working.

Oral surgery, avoiding the dentist, more oral surgery.
Low energy. Slow walks.
Books, friends from far and near. One week slipping into the next. Sunday message to Sunday message to primary focal points of the week.
Baking cakes each Wednesday for Ed to share with the dinner crew.

For long lengths of time I’ve avoided most social media, swooping in only long enough to get a sense of what’s happening. I rediscovered how much I love reading good fiction. And weaving.

The sweater for grandson Gus was finished in time for his 10th birthday.

After struggling for over a year to complete a sweater for Gus the Anker’s Summer Shirt was knit in just under a month, by far the quickest I’ve knit a shirt. It helps to have a straight forward, knit in the round from neck down pattern.
Yarn: Cascade Avalon, a cotton acrylic blend. I normally avoid acrylics but was captivated by the color. There was no resisting it.

This was a fun pattern, one I will most likely knit again.

Now that a post has been written after this long dry spell perhaps more will be forthcoming before the days of summer fade, the crickets’ chorus slows and memories dim.

The crickets’ song is slowing down as the warm of the day fades. Darkness is complete, bed is calling.

The riot that’s Spring

After a rainy, cold first half of April the weather turned the corner around the 17th with sunshine and steadily climbing, climbing temperatures. Yesterday and today was in the 80s. Warm Hot for this time of the year. This morning, watching the birds flitting between the trees and the seed Ed throws out for them, their chattering filling the air, I looked around at all the white blossoms and blooming flowers and marveled at the explosion of growth. The scent from a fragrant flowering tree/shrub reaching over our back neighbor’s fence wafted across the yard, mingling with pear and the first lilacs of the season.
Our apple tree blossoms.

Last night we ate the first asparagus from our garden, two nights ago we ate some of the remaining kale that had wintered over, as well as the small buds and flowers of the broccoli planted last fall.

Ed & I have been spending an hour or two almost every day since last Friday turning the soil in the garden. We till with hand forks in order to keep the earthworms thriving. Sometimes when I’m on my knees removing weeds and roots after turning a fork full o dirt the saying runs through my mind, “Work smart, not hard.” There is truth to that saying but what some people deem as smart might be physically labor saving but is it such a bad thing to engage our bodies in work rather than use gas powered machines and sprays?

Our garden has long been free of pesticides and herbicides, then four years ago we decided to stop churning the ground with a power driven machine. The results in having abundant bird and wildlife in our yard and trees is deeply gratifying.

Friday I dead-headed the flowering dandelions, covered them with boiling water and let them steep for 20 minute, added sugar (next time I’ll use honey), and half a lime then let it cool before draining off the tea and serving it with ice. Dandelion tea is supposed to be good for a person – a Spring tonic. It was slightly bitter but not bad.
This evening I planted strawberry plants in the front flower bed, refilled the hanging basket with new flowers, and put two tomato plants near the sugar peas which were plantedMonday — we are very late getting them in the ground this year! It feels great to finally be planting for food. Rain is predicted Friday through early next week.

Tomorrow we’ll go to the Grandparent Day at Violet’s school then bring her home after lunch at school. Perhaps we’ll plant potatoes before customers arrive from Boise to pick up the Great Wheel they’d commissioned Ed to build for them.


The rising Super Moon graces a fir tree in the 2018 sky.

Ed and I celebrated our 40th anniversary on the 2nd.
Home-cooked favorite foods and a quiet evening at home.
Picture of Ed & I taken right before worship service a week or two before Christmas.

2018 has brought spectacular sunrises and sunsets so far.
Colorful displays flaming in the skies, stopping people, making hearts sing.
God paints the sky with colors from the sun’s light hitting moisture in the atmosphere.
The colors intensify with each passing second.
Then the moment passes, the glowing clouds fade, the sky brightens. The color show over for the morning.

Wednesday brought our son and daughter “home” for supper.
A work trip brought Justin from Idaho and we were able to make the most of the evening together.
Childhood favorite comfort food: a huge pot of chicken soup with homemade noodles to celebrate the occasion of having both kids at our table once again.

Violet, Aurora and Gus
Gus, Aurora and her family – Violet & HaymakerI am blessed!

2018 The year to trust God for courage to victoriously face a couple of my lions.


I have the suspicion December will pass in a blur. Already the calendar is a-wash with notes.

  • Music practices for the town’s Christmas Tree lighting ceremony this Thursday evening and the Friends church’s annual Bluegrass Christmas Sing-a-long the evening of the 16th.
  • Decorating the church on Saturday morning.
  • Celebration of Daniel’s life in the evening.
  • School winter programs are scheduled.
  • Helping pack Christmas boxes for those in need here in the community.
  • Extra events weaving in and out of regular weekly meetings and tasks.
    We’ll mark them off one at a time.

I’m very thankful that the majority of evenings  we’ll be home.

December is off to a good start with the spindles. Ed’s made some Larks, today he worked on Finches.  I’ve spun 20 grams: 10 grams of maroon were spun as fine laceweight with a 14 grams spindle made from a neighbor’s magnolia branch.

The Mulberry Egret is being used to spin the grey fiber.
Yesterday I started spinning the grey fiber which my daughter, Aurora, gave me for my 60th birthday last December. She bought it at OFFF last year but doesn’t remember exactly who she bought it from, nor did she keep anything that indicates the dyer or what the fiber is. It’s soft and there seems to be some fibers that are quite short. My guess is either baby camel down or yak blended with a long staple wool. There are 98 grams. Right now I’m planning to do some accent color work with the maroon with the grey. I may add another  colored fiber to the mix.

As the days turned to December I’m still choosing to practice gratitude each day. The hard news, the sad news, the grief we’ve dealt with these past two+ weeks has brought home the fact that gratitude is not just an emotion. Sometimes it’s not a feeling.

To choose to be grateful means sometimes checking those feelings that press negatives thoughts onto the heart. To rise above emotions and simply say, “thank you”.

As I have meaningfully practiced gratitude the hard emotions take a back seat. I’ve been grateful that I’ve been able to be far more calm and rational than expected. In cultivating gratitude perspectives have shifted.

It’s hard to explain. Concerns are there but not the worry. One huge difference is when I’ve been awake during the night. (Sunday night it seemed I was awake far more than asleep.)  My mind doesn’t race, anxiety or dread doesn’t take hold, instead I rather enjoyed the time to lie still knowing my body is at rest, the blankets and quiet dark enveloping me. It’s a good time to pray and think about spiritual things.

Grateful for
–  A quiet neighborhood with only an occasional sound.
–  The comfort of the Lord.
–  An unexpected word Sunday morning that was the thread which tied my sermon together. Though close to completion it seemed there was something more. Upon opening my personal email at 6am the Advent word for the day  was “Awaken”: “Awake my soul, awake harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn…!” Psalm 56:8
– Hope, the first Sunday of Advent is Hope. Because I hope in the Lord my soul is awake. And grateful!

A Satisfying Spin

Made it: The third November in a row to post every single day.

November will go out with spinning.

Waiting for the Picperfic fibre to cross the ocean for the September/October Challenge in the Revelry Jenkins Yarn Tools forum I remembered a long term project that I should finish for spinning autumn colors. (If you have a Jenkins spindle, please join the December Challenge fun, it’s not too late! )

This is the fiber and spindle I used to in the video Ply-on-the-Fly with a Turkish Spindle.

Three years later and it still wasn’t all spun. It’d been used at shows and classes to demonstrate the POF method. I dug it out of the workshop tub, took a picture to document how many grams were already spun. Time to finish spinning it so it could be worn.

The last push to finish.My little buddy during morning walks
Only a few grams left to spin and ply.
It’s a wrap!Soaked and skeined.
50 grams of 50 / 50 baby camel / silk gifted to me in 2012 became
150 yards of cushy soft yarn.

It’s going to be a wonderful neck warmer or small scarf.

Grateful for:
– finishing a very satisfying spin which produced lovely yarn.
– a good, brisk walk
– the rain holding off until we rounded the last corner for home
– a decent work-through of several pieces of music for upcomingChristmas events
– meaningful prayer time at the church