Monday, March 27, 2017

march madness?

Well golly!
Has it really been 4 weeks since my last posting?
Bet you thought I was on a cruise or mountaintop retreat. Nope, not a chance.
March has been full!
I've been a journaling book buddy with two local 6th grade girls. We read As Brave As You by Jason Reynolds. Gosh, participating reminded me just how much I've missed sharing good books with kids, and how really good literature for kids and young adults can be. Our wrap-up breakfast meeting is this Thursday morning. Sixth graders are such a delight!

Last Tuesday evening I taught a quilt-as-you-go technique at my monthly guild meeting.

Putting aside my round robin quilts temporarily, I took time to make a baby quilt for Phil's friend Mallory to wrap around her new niece, Penelope, when she's born in April.


This was the first time I've sewn both flannel and Cuddle. I learned a lot from this combination and have recorded the process in my new quilting notebook/journal.

I created and mailed away my bit for Anne's Handmade Joy Exchange.


I chose three of my loves: quilting, cross stitch, and card making. According to USPS tracking, the package was delivered today! Kels, I do hope it brings you joy!

I gave blood. Always satisfying to know someone, or two, or three will be healthier because I gave.

I visited my Amish friends for the first time since Christmas and got to meet their new infant daughter, Fannie. I chose a Friday afternoon because on Fridays the children are let out of school early and I can visit with the whole family. While I was there other Amish neighbors arrived to see the baby too and so I was finally able to meet some folks my English friend Mary has mentioned often. Amanda, Mary's good friend, is an accomplished quilter who was delighted to meet me as well, since Mary has mentioned me to her often. Amanda's son in law was also there, visiting with his wife and their 3 little girls. He works in a large greenhouse in Ohio and had much to share about his work there and how things work in a commercial greenhouse.

Our local True Value, Nelson Agri-center, had its annual spring sale event which is a real carnival. It's always fun to go, for the food, the music, and the bargains. This year's event was in support of our emergency teams, fire, police, medical. So many bargains! And you get to reconnect with lots of neighbors you may not have seen all winter.

I've been tending my cold crop seedlings. They're growing so rapidly I had to pot each of them up to bigger pots. This week I'll sow the tomatoes, eggplant, and peppers.




Just this past Saturday we did a presentation on backyard chickens at our local public library. It was a task to dust off the little grey cells and produce a Powerpoint of photos and text, handouts of fascinating facts and resources, contact and receive catalogs from mail-order chicken resources for distribution to the attendees, collect brochures from local businesses that can provide chickens and all the "stuff" you need for their care to hand out as well.
For luck I wore my chicken bracelet, a gift from Anne's good friend Danielle, who visited the farm a few summers back. Thanks, Danielle. It's fun to wear and it did the trick for me! And thank you for giving me permission to use the photo you took of me when you visited and we had Peep Fest at the campfire. See it on my header today.


Thanks to Jerome my right hand man, Anne my connection in the library, and Matthias, my tech man extraordinaire. Afterward, Jerome treated the four of us to a leisurely lunch. Matthias and I brazenly ate CHICKEN!
That afternoon our mailman brought MY handmade joy exchange package to the door. From France!



Thank you Sarah for the pressed flowers from your garden, the stunning photo and message, the block prints and watercolor piece. I love them all. And Anne, thanks again for organizing this event.
Forty people are now percolating with their joy.

Speaking of Anne, we celebrated her birthday on the 22nd by going to LaCrosse for lunch at a marvelous restaurant (of her choice) that we will most definitely visit again. The Waterfront Restaurant is located on the Mississippi with amazing views, an impeccable interior, marvelous food and a remarkable wait staff. After eating we stopped for a garden fix at the tiny but mighty LaCrosse Riverfront International Friendship Gardens. Though the gardens were mostly still slumbering, we did spot fish in the pond and got a preview of the newest garden rooms. I learned that right at the edge of the garden three rivers join, the LaCrosse, the Black, and the Mississippi.


After our outing we returned for dessert and presents. Fun.

Despite how bleak it can be, March miraculously brought flowers of all sorts indoors. The orchids are opening, the begonias are cheerfully sending up flower stems, the streptocarpus hasn't stopped blooming since I brought it home last May from an Amish greenhouse, amaryllis sent up their trumpets, and the geraniums are gigantic. Here is a sample of their color...



In the midst of all this March madness I came down with a spectacular case of the stomach flu which knocked me off my feet for several days. All is well now, but I've gained a clarity of vision regarding my daily health.
Yes, all this and yesterday our son Phil arrived for a few days of his spring break. He'll be taking his boat out of hibernation and installing his new tracking software. It's always fun having him here and we're so grateful he so generously shares his precious free time with us.
Well, during the few days remaining in the month, I will be having lunch with a neighbor tomorrow, attending Matthias' computer workshop on Wednesday, and going to the book buddy wrap up on Thursday.
And one never knows what surprises arrive in between.
So, how have you spent the last days of winter and the first of spring???

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

turning the calendar on March

Always a bit nostalgic... the beginning of March.
Some years ago when I turned the calendar from February to March I thought "Before I turn the calendar again I will be a mother." Yes, March is Anne's birthday month. That morning I could not have predicted the bountiful blessings she'd bring to my life.
My birthday month is half a year from now. And though I admit that autumn is my favorite season, I am more than glad that we're in Anne's birthday month and not mine. There is much to love about spring. The shelves under the grow lights in the basement are full of sprouting seedlings: leeks, kales, onions, spinach, lettuces. Soon there will be perennial seedlings joining them.
The chickens are laying very nicely now. They've come through the winter in fine form but this morning are a bit annoyed by the new layer of white outside their door.
This morning March is holding onto winter. An absolutely beautiful, and perfect snow, is falling.


There's an older gentleman who works at our local Walmart who is a real life cowboy...he rides in the Wild West Days parade every summer and gives stage coach rides at the annual event. He told Jerome the other day that he has a 40 year old horse who correctly predicts the arrival of spring every year by when it begins to shed its shaggy winter coat. Thirty days later spring will arrive to stay. The claim is it's never been wrong. This year's beginning of spring? March 10. I love stories like that. We'll have to wait and see, but the red wing blackbirds have arrived, and some have heard robins as well. Maples are swelling, daffs are popping up along with the eager tips of resurrection lilies. Lots of green near the ground around perennials and buds swelling on my favorite clematis behind the potting shed. Gotta love it all.
Last year there was a late freeze that hit the grapes and apples especially hard. Every year I hope that spring will move slowly, steadily in a forward direction. In March of Anne's birth year, we had just that. A perfect spring. I was out taking her for walks in the old hand me down buggy every day after bringing her home. Stopping in the local park, sitting in the shade, feeling so very blessed.
And by turning the calendar it all comes back to me. Vivid. Real. Beautiful.
Welcome, March.


Tuesday, February 14, 2017

be my valentine



Woven into my self tapestry are fibers of each of yours.
A tug in your life tugs mine.


Love, the magic multiplier.
the more you give it
the more it comes back to you.



Sunday, February 12, 2017

east and west



Viroqua, Wisconsin population just over 4200.
AnDa Union in our historic Temple Theatre last night.
A Youtube video of their performance at Kennedy Center on Feb. 6  here.)
Music's power.
Still vibrating with their frequency this morning...



Thursday, February 9, 2017

working through the dis-ease

Thank you for your good health wishes of late. I am fully functional just now but as Anne Shirley once said, "Considerably rumpled in spirit." The national news and the local weather take a hefty toll.

At times like this it's natural to focus on what you can take charge of. Lately, not coincidentally, this thought has been expressed on many of the blogs I follow, and shared in conversations with non-blogging friends and family. As Mary Engelbreit so aptly illustrated:

 


Lately for me it's been my quilt guild challenge. Personal round robins with directed border choices. Determined to learn all ten border techniques I have been sewing two quilts. Yesterday I finished the third round on the second quilt top.
Here they are so far:


pineapple paper pieced center with 9 patch, sawtooth, and piano keys borders in place.



8 point star center with chevron, appliqué, and flying geese borders in place. More appliqué to come once I know which 2 borders will come next.

Last night a nearly full moon in a brilliantly clear sky, today total sunshine on a rising barometer. The best medicine. Daytime play dates with chickens and a lapful of cats in the evenings. Amazing antidotes.


Thursday, February 2, 2017

a selfish request



Please give your heart some thought this month...


your lives so richly improve my own.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

now



It is the final day of January 2017.
It is day 13 for Jerome.
It is day 6 for me.
In the early days, illness. Days of fatigue and discomfort. And finally an unrelenting nuisance. The winter head cold/flu bug. Such a bore.
What's good about it?
reflection
cloister
time
When we were working folk we'd have to, as our son says, put our game face on and get the job done.
Now, we can be gentler with ourselves.
(Mantra: I will feel better. Winter will pass.)
And in the meantime?
Scroll through those garden photos and believe again.



Simmer a pot of soup, to clear the sinuses, feed the soul.
Watch favorite old films, laugh, cry.
Nap. Nap again.

January has been nearly sunless. Its muddy thaw has given way to a thick blanket of new snow. We take turns feeling well enough to visit the chickens and Jerome has done a heroic job of clearing snow for us, for them.


Despite the lack of direct sun the noticeable increase of daylight has impacted egg production. Most noticeable are the return of araucana eggs.


Just a few of the hens are still rebuilding their feathers after their first deep molt. They look wonderfully well. Even on the coldest days you can feel their body heat through your gloves when you hold them close. What they have contributed to our lives cannot begin to be put into words.
For them and for the wild birds I am so very grateful.
And the first month of the new year draws to a close.
Winter will pass.
I will feel better. I do already.