Smatterings

  • fireworks of a different sort

    there are all kinds of fireworks…

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    Yep, I did go to see fireworks over the holiday weekend, but none so fine as these.  A lot of time was spent on the deck reading.  I recommend Labyrinth.

    8 responses to “fireworks of a different sort”

    1. Those flowers are incredible. In an almost creepy kind of way.

    2. Fabulous! Natures fireworks are often more wonderful than what man produces. We had thunderstorms last night that were pretty great!

    3. Wow! Is that an orchid? Or a toad lily?

    4. Spectacular photos!!

    5. Name those flowers in your gorgeous photos please!! just fabulous!

    6. Would you believe I thought those were spiders at first?…

    7. wow, those are amazing flowers!

    8. Special 0rchids!!! Love them so much! Wonder if I could grow them?

  • dreams

    During the past few months, when I pictured myself this summer, I was not in the soggy Northeast.  Rather, my minds eye held a picture of me on a sail boat, sailing the waters from Istanbul to Crete, island to island, snorkeling the underwater ruins, under blue skies and bluer waters.  It may be best the captain needed and wanted a crew member to sail both ways, the trip back to Kavarna would be a lonely solo.  His need was my out.  It overcame the niggle of uncertainty I had begun to feel at the thought of trying to find the one small boat I’d meet, out of hundreds, moored somewhere in the immense port of Istanbul, one of the world’s largest ports, spanning both sides of the Bosporus.  I remember crossing it by bridge and by water taxi.  Tankers and cruise ships from the east as well as the west towered above and as far as the eye could see.  A girl can dream.  It’s on my list.

    This morning as I sit at my desk looking out my window into the woods, I see magic.  The sun is shining.  Tall oaks form a green roof overhead.  My yard is shady and cool; confined by the trees, an outdoor room.  More fleece is drying on the racks in the sunny spot.  Lovely.

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    5 responses to “dreams”

    1. Not an inauspicious trade. What is, is.

    2. Now that’s what I call GREEN.

    3. What a beautiful, lovely dream… the water will be beautiful and sparkling blue for your trip. But int he meantime, a lovely green room, and soft fluffy fleeces.

    4. Oh. I was once a cook on a charter boat in the Med. We didn’t make it as far as the Bosporus, but the water was that fabulous turquoise nonetheless.
      Your view looks wondrous and fairy-like, layers and layers of floating branches.

    5. What a peaceful picture!

  • while the sun shines

    "make hay while the sun shines"

    I’m taking advantage of every minute, in every way.  Because I’m using broadband access or a couple days, I’ve updated My Gardens photo album.  Despite the nearly continuous rains, the flowers are doing pretty well.  The veggies are not. 

    Saturday was warm and breezy and DRY, perfect for washing a bit more of the Montadale from last April.  I got two loads washed and dried.  I’ve been afraid to do any this ummmm ‘summer’ (I’ll call it that) because I figured it would rot before it dried, but yesterday…. PERFECT!

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    Carding, and a bit of spinning, have commenced.  Just testing it out.  This batch is drier than the last one, less grease left in.  I must have given it one more soap wash.  Definitely different, not better, not worse, but different.

    4 responses to “while the sun shines”

    1. Clever drying racks. Summer is the time for washing fleece – so much fun to wash and card it.

    2. Oh my that looks yummy and soft.

    3. Saturday was the perfect wool washing day, I got a few batches done myself too. it was nice to have a little break for the rain and humidity. That batt looks lovely!

    4. You use broadband/dialup alternately? Does that work okay? We live in rural TX and I’m trying to figure out whether to try to get broadband.

Our lives are dyed the colors of our imagination.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

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