Even before the horizon fully awakens, ribbons of fuchsia, tangerine, and cherry blossom pink sets the backdrop for the spring flutter. Eagles paint shadows over yards and homes and beaches. Birds carving the air, crows calling other birds dirty names,… Read more
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coming into leaf
“The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said;” –an excerpt from the poem The Tree by Philip Larkin. Sorry for being late this week. Oodles of noodles got in the way. Until next Monday, enjoy the sun!
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how simple a thing is
“We write to taste life twice.” — Anais Nin Eagles gathered with the squabble of seagulls — anticipating and scavenging as the herring run on the Salish Sea began this past week. Sea lions, fat as slugs, stalked and barked,… Read more
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For knitters & sewers — all wrapped up
I accomplished one of my knitting goals for 2016 — I knit my first fair isle project. A wee little baby hat made from stash yarn. It was an incredibly simple little pattern and I had no issues with the… Read more
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leaving footprints
In the rhythm of the needles there is music for the soul. Knitting, making, creating handmade gifts for others is a genuinely gratifying experience. Here again, is another gift for someone special in our community. After wrapping it up and… Read more
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where morning greets you with a drum roll
I live … where morning greets you with a drum roll where tree bark and rock is lichen covered and carpets of moss create enchanting verdant forests, amazing travellers and residents alike where mornings wrap around you with the aromas of sweet wet cedar and… Read more
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Sit very quietly
“Sit very quietly, and when the scenery shifts, slip between it.” — John Cage Although I do have spring bulbs blooming right now, I thought this beautiful pale pink Camellia was a bit of a show stopper. The tree is chock… Read more
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Leave an imprint
“I hadn’t realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn’t predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.” Jojo… Read more