Saturday, March 21, 2015

happy birthday Bach and...

Our summer birds have returned. Redwing blackbirds everywhere. Mourning doves, robins. Cardinals calling a start to each new day.

Standing in the middle of our road at sunset last night revealed that the sun has been relentlessly shifting ever northward. Overhead lights unnecessary at dinner. Chickens roosting after supper dishes are done.

Could this be spring?
Just in time.

Friday, March 6, 2015

trying a new approach

I can't remember a time when I didn't know how to crochet. When I didn't have some kind of crochet project in the basket next to my chair in the living room. There is something so cozy and so satisfying about doing handwork in the evening, the day's work finished, settling back to enjoy something on the "tellie."
Up til now the patterns have always been printed row by row in words. Recently I pulled out an old pattern book that had a doily I wanted to try… written almost entirely in symbols! Oh dear...

A challenge for the little grey cells, to be sure

Sunday, March 1, 2015


A gauzy shawl lies over the decks this morning, trees and shrubs mantled in subtle hoar frost. Sun looking in on me through a veil. No wind. Silent.
In like a lamb.
It's daylight saving time month, vernal equinox month, seedlings under grow lights month, amazing daughter(s) birthday(s) month. (My dear blogging buddy Judy's  also amazing daughter is a March baby. Happy birthday tomorrow, Kate.)
Yes, March is one of my favorite months. It feels like anything is possible.
Can you feel it?