Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Veterans' Day


It has been an absolutely GORGEOUS day!  I have played outside as much as possible.  There is COLD weather nipping at our heels, and while I have lots of hobbies and such that entertain me when it's Wintertime, I so love these warm, breezy, gold-toned days.  Such a shock to my system when my friend, Flanagan, talked about Christmas shopping---HUH????  WHAT???
Thinking of all those who serve and have served our Country on this Veterans' Day.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Happy Halloween

  To Walk With Autumn
          "There may be other times as good as late October to be out afoot and see the world, but there certainly isn't a better one.  To walk with the scuffle of new-fallen leaves, to feel the mild sun and see the Autumn sky, to have the company of busy squirrels in the woods and restless ducks on the river, is to sense the season at first hand.  To look at the hills in their true dimensions and see to the end of the valleys whence the frost came creeping down last night is to know a world that has achieved the annual miracle.
          Walk the country roads and the open fields now and you are a witness to great events accomplished.  The sugar maples stand in deep pools of their own leaf gold.  The goldenrod is graceful and gray with ripeness.  The milkweed offers a richness of silk and seed to every breeze.  The white oaks, still brown and crimson with persistent leaves, have planted tomorrow's groves in their own shade.  The jack-in-the-pulpit has summarized its own sermon on immortality in a cluster of lacquer-red berries.
          Yesterday is all around you, last Spring's growth and last Summer's maturity and last month's ripeness.  But tomorrow is there too, the sprout, the leaf, the blossom, waiting only for another Spring.  The ripeness is but a part of the continuity, achievement rather than completion.  We think of it as the evening of the year; but after the dusk comes starlight, and dawn, and another day.  To walk with Autumn is to be in the presence of forever."     Hal Borland     Sundial of the Seasons

Friday, October 24, 2014

Sky Walker

(there is more color than this now)
Seems I'm only managing a post about once a month.  Things keep changing and rearranging in my world.  I feel like I'm dancing as fast as I can but the music keeps getting faster...So I fall back into Hal Borland---I do love that man...

"The sky walker will be abroad tonight.  He always walks the moonlight.  Autumn moonlight in particular, when the katydids have almost ceased their rasping chorus.  No doubt the sky walker strides the land at other times as well, but his presence can best be known when the Autumn quiet lies upon the hills.
     Go out in the moonlight and watch the treetops, if you would know the sky walker.  The night is silent as a moonbeam, the trees themselves untouched by as much as a wisp of a breeze.  Then there is a far-off whisper, a crisp sibilance in the distance.  It grows, and the leaves of a whole treetop are in motion, crisp Autumn leaves not yet fallen from the branch.  Then the next tree is touched, and the next, and a whole path of rustling leaves becomes evident.  The sky walker has come striding through those trees, scuffling the leaves ahead of him as a schoolboy scuffles the roadside leaves on his homeward path at sundown.  And when he has passed by, there is silence again, the silence of still leaves in October moonlight.
     No one ever sees the sky walker, and no one ever will.  Sometimes he seems to be there in a wisp of mist; but at best the watcher has seen nothing more than the sky walker's mist-white moccasins, perhaps not even the moccasins but only the momentary scuffle of mist risen dustlike from his footsteps.  No one has ever seen him, yet he must be there, making his moonlit rounds when the leaves are brittle with Autumn.  We have heard him often as he passed by, particularly when the moon is at the full and we ourselves are full of understanding."       Hal Borland  Sundial of the Seasons

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Quilt Blocks and Birds

24" Giant Churn Dash Blocks

Eastern Box Turtle

Eastern Bluebird


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Happy Mabon Happy Autumn

“She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.”

― Sarah Addison Allen
Garden Spells

Monday, September 01, 2014

September Daze and Haze

"September is Autumn at hand and Summer reluctant to leave; it is days loud with cicadas and nights loud with katydids...It is hot days and cool nights and hurricane and flood and deep hurt and high triumph.  September is both more than a month and less, for it is almost a season in itself.  It is flickers in restless flocks, readying for migration;it is goldfinches in thistledown; it is fledglings on the wing, and half-grown rabbits in the garden, and lambs in the feed lot.  It is the gleam of goldenrod and the white and lavender and purple of fence row asters, with the bright spangle of bittersweet berries.

     September is fog over the river valleys at dawn and the creep of early scarlet among the maples in the swamp.  It is sumac in war paint.  It is bronze of hillside grass gone to seed.  It is walnuts ripening and squirrels busy among the hickories.  It is late phlox like a flame in the garden, and zinnias in bold color, and chrysanthemums budding.  It is the last gallant flaunt of portulaca and petunias defying time and early frost.
     September is the first tang of wood smoke and the smolder of burning leaves.  It is bass and perch revitalized in the chilling waters of pond and stream.  It is the hunter's dog sniffing the air and quivering to be off to the underbrush. 
     September is time hastening and days shortening, it is the long nights of Autumn closing in with their big stars and glinting moon.  September is the wonder and fulfillment and the ever-amazing promise of another Autumn."  Hal Borland

Friday, August 01, 2014

End of July


Male Towhee

Male Towhee
I haven't touched my fabrics since last Fall.  Until yesterday---and I suddenly had the urge to make some St. Louis 16-patch blocks.  It felt sooooo good to play with the fabric and sewing machine.  Maybe my sewing 'drought' is ebbing.

I cannot grasp the fact that July is over and today is August 1.  The weather has been fabulous this past week, abnormally cool for mid-Summer.  I've been bundling up in my shawls to have my morning coffee and meditation on the lakeside porch.  Hints of Fall are all around.  The Tree Swallows are here this morning bidding me farewell until next Spring.  The leaves on the Burning Bush are already turning red.  Most of the leaves have already fallen from my Corkscrew Willow.  There is that certain 'sound' in the air that hints of Fall.  That 'feel' of the air against your skin that lets you know things are happening in Nature.

The last few months I have been caught up in riding bicycles with my sister.  I haven't had this much fun in many years, nor have I been in such good physical shape in many years.  :)  That's not to say I'm in optimum condition, LOL, but I'm a far cry from where I was a year ago.  Maybe I'll go for a short ride today.  Maybe I'll play with fabric again today.  The hours stretch ahead of me like a blank canvas, beckoning me to indulge in what delights my heart and soul today.

Happy Lammas

Thursday, June 26, 2014

I Promise to Love Myself

I Promise to Love Myself

So this will be my life.
My body has done nothing wrong.
I will shower her with the respect and love she deserves.
I will do my best to care for her and listen to what she needs.
When I don’t live up to those goals, I won’t blame her. She has done nothing wrong. I will be extra gentle with her, and I will love her all the more for enduring again and again what I never meant to put her through.

I will live by a standard of grace, for I am always learning, becoming and unbecoming. I will love my curves, my softness and fullness of body and soul. I won’t be the slimmest, the smallest, the most toned. But I will be the happiest, the most peaceful, the most free.
I won't look at others and shame my own body in comparison. She doesn't deserve that. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s crafted {by the Goddess} exactly the way she’s meant to be.
And she is radiant. She is worthy. She is full of compassion and creativity and boundless faith. And she is free.

Friday, April 04, 2014

Friends Never Say Goodbye

My soul-sister, Flanagan, moved from Rutledge, TN, to Nashville, TN, on March 21, 2014, and I don't have the words to even begin describing the void that is left in my world.  I know, I know, she's as close as my next heart-beat---but I also know that rather than 45 mins. away, she is now 4-1/2 hours away.  Not quite as conducive to meeting and running for coffee and groceries together.  I am so very grateful to have had her 'next door' for the last seven years...I have never had such a bond form before, and she has brought me more joy and 'gifts' than I could ever name or thank her for.  She truly is my 'twin flame' sister of the heart.  So, although I feel as if I'm in a period of grieving and mourning, I know in my heart that, as Elton John says, "Friends Never Say Goodbye".