After a week of struggling with computer issues (now corrected) and not being particularly active, I was very happy to work outside, yesterday. I used to work outside every single day. I don’t know what in me has changed. What keeps me inside so often? Anyway, I remembered to take a stiff brush out with me and I cleaned a load of bricks. Now … The patio is laid! I also moved my bench and my potted clematis, and repotted…
Acting on the premise that an improperly laid patio is better than no patio at all, and the fact that we’ve had these bricks waiting for ten (10!) years, I determined to make my patio. I started just before the heat wave and got as far as this. Today, I got this far. I haven’t decided which is harder–scraping the dirt to make it relatively even or bending in the sun to clean dirt and moss off the bricks. And…
On the first day of summer 2021 I was frozen. Really! I had to stay inside as I was doing a colonoscopy prep, and it was near 100° so Iqbal turned the a/c on. My den just kept getting colder and colder. By bedtime I wanted winter blankets. Yesterday I closed the a/c vent and the door and opened the window. Much better. Today the a/c is back off and all the windows are open and it’s an absolutely beautiful…
It’s been raining fairy steadily for two days now, and off and on for at least two days before that. It’s good. We need it. I did this page a while ago. It was just colors on the page and then I sketched in what I saw in those colors. I wrote the poem, but haven’t actually pasted it down, yet, so that’s a bit of digital magic. That’s more or less how it’ll look when I’m done, though. (The…
If anyone ever doubted it, I’m a fabric scrap enthusiast. I’m also a bit of a fabriholic, but the major portion of my stash has been gifted to me. I would not have bought this much for myself. Though I love a large piece of new fabric, I also find it a bit daunting. I realized recently that it’s the scraps that excite me. Fat quarters, skinny quarters, squares, inchies and especially the literal scraps from sewing and quilt piecing….
It’s not really a tree house, but the living room seems to be up in the trees. I spent way too much time combining three photos into a panorama photo. Then the interior was dark and the exterior was practically whited out, so I spent more time trying to capture what I actually see. This is as good as I could get. (Excuse the mess–that’s true enough.) What looks like an orange tree in the first two windows on the…
It’s interesting. There are probably an infinite number of colors. No two people see exactly the same color when looking at the same thing. Some people will see very subtle differences in colors. A small percentage of colorblind people don’t see any color at all, while most can’t see differences between specific colors. Synesthetes see color in relation to senses other than sight. A color related phenomenon that baffles me is a fear of color, or a fear of using…
I really don’t know. At one time I’m sure I thought I knew. Is it because I’m always changing? I am mother, wife, sister, and grandmother. I see these as part of the definition of me, but none, alone or altogether, is a compete definition of me Who Am I? I am a woman at the threshold of my seventh decade and yet I remain a child. Occasionally, I refer to myself as an old woman. I am a grandmother,…
I tried to be. I’d like to be. But I’m just not. (5-21-21) It’s been over a week since I typed that. Apparently I’m not a “Weekly [Anything]” kind of gal either. What I’m really not, is an “Organized [Anything]” kind of gal. And I’m not sure why I opened this blog. My lack of organization means I have nothing prepared. Since I wrote here last: I worked in the backyard–cut the branches of the weed trees hanging over the…
That’s where I spent my afternoon. Mostly it was just pulling ivy out of areas I don’t want it growing. When we first came here, it filed the front corner garden, along with a lot of other overgrown weeds. It took us a while to clear that space. Over the past two or three years it started creeping back in. This is the corner garden. Most of what I pulled out is in the pile in front of it. A…