Feather in a pickle dish

The day before yesterday, Friday, was lovely day. Today, like yesterday, it's raining and chilly.
On Friday, Dave and I took a short drive and visited a friends garden, and her sheep. Here are some photos.

This shrub is flowering quince, as mentioned in a previous post. We dug out a bit for our own garden.





I told you there would be sheep!

And lambs.

Upon our return home, it appeared that a bomb had been detonated just beyond our neighbor, the Tag Center.

It was only a controlled burn on the Horicon Marsh.

I found this pretty feather on the lawn. Anyone know what kind of bird it is from? I do not.

The feather looks equally pretty in my new pickle dish. Dave and I had earlier stopped at Bargains Galore and found some good stuff. Among other things, a jadeite pickle dish and a good, used recliner for naps on the sun porch.

Guess who used the recliner first? The chair was meant for cat naps, I guess.

Florida envy

I have a little bit of a tiny problem. I have Florida envy. I admit it. I know I could not live there, but another visit would be nice.
Yesterday, my daughter, Megan posted about having difficulty concentrating when she could see the ocean from her office. Then, last night, my faithful friend/customer/knitter/legal-go-to-person, Ann, reminded me that her annual trek to Florida is coming up soon. I have serious envy issues.
Isn't envy one of the seven deadly sins? I am done for.

Done for. Does everyone use that phrase? Or is a local/ family phrase? I am "done for" means-------that's it-----------finished-------fatal-----------

I digress. To combat Florida envy ,all that needs to be done is to take a look at Wisconsin in the spring. And spring is here! With gusto! Winter is done for.


Flowers from my friend Carolee's garden. Flowering quince. And many kinds of daffodils.

And my favorite weed/shrub. It smells so nice, sweet and spicy, I love to bring it inside. Even a small bouquet makes the whole house fragrant.

Take that, envy!

Spinning in the dark

Turn! Turn! Turn!

The Byrds and The Bible

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

As I age, I note the turning of the seasons prompt activities that repeat themselves year after year. I like to spin in the spring. I am almost compelled to make yarn.

Spring's evenings find me on my little porch, spinning away while the sun goes down. The light fades, but I keep spinning, my hand and feet working with the wool, no need for much illumination. Maybe it's instinct or just lots of practice, but I keep treadling and drafting. Making yarn, just spinning in the dark.

The dark doesn't stop us from going on with our lives. If we just practice in the daylight, when the light fades, we find the Light within.

signs of spring

Blogger doesn't seem to want to allow me to move my photos, so ,,,,,here are some signs of spring in no particular order.
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Emili with her annual safety poster,,,,,see here and here click on the links and scroll down to see how much she has changed.
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Grandmas hugging little boys when all the little one wants to do is get free and explore spring!

Ducks on the marsh

Muskrats, lots of them

Get ready to work

To fully experience this blog post, participation in required from the reader....... Go back,,in you imagination ,go back in time to 1973, don your bell bottoms, hum The Piano Man. Just for a second, be Billy Joel. click this then hit the back button to return to this blog.

Okay,,,here is my version.

Sing with me now

It's 4 o clock on a Thursday morn,
The regular crowd is asleep,
There's an old man snoring next to me,
And I'm thinking, He's just a creep.

He said, Wife, please just close your eyes,
I'm not really sure how it works,
But it's good and it's sweet and you'll fall right to sleep,
Be sure to take off your clothes....

La, la,la, di,di da,
la, la, di, di dum

Sing me a song, I'm the sleepless girl.
Sing me a song tonight,
I'm in the mood for a few hours rest,
And I want to dream the rest of tonight.


So, I just reread this great parody and realized it sounds kinda dirty,,,not my intention at all....I just can't sleep, just insomnia, and some silliness seemed the thing to do...........I am going back to bed now..i am quite sure I will regret this post when I wake.

a new day

Life is good, each day we get a chance to make new choices, decisions, and clean up yesterdays messes!

Today, I am starting again. Yesterday was not wonderful for me. Downright discouraging. Stuff went bad, nuff said.

Today I am starting the day with this Easter egg for my breakfast. When we were kids, we dyed eggs every year and every year, using tape or a crayon, I made an egg that was supposed to resemble a watermelon. It became a tradition. This year my sister made the traditional watermelon and put my name on it. A simple gift. The best kind.

I ate the watermelon egg for breakfast, today WILL be a better day, it has already started.

Sunday

Some days are made for making, then chasing, bubbles. Catching bubbles is not the point. The fun is in the magic of creation and then watching them drift away. A lesson taught by a one year old boy.

some things you never forget

Some things we never forget. Some are universal. Most people remember where they were major news happens. I was in second grade, in a two room schoolhouse when I heard of the assignation of JFK. It was a lovely, clear day in Wisconsin on September 11, 2001. These moments are imprinted in our brains, we don't forget.

Good things are remembered, also. Like my first kiss, I was 14, but I'm keeping his identity to myself. Holding a grand baby for the first time. A favorite car. We don't forget.

Our bodies have memories that our consciousness's do not. So many times, people have told me "I knit many years ago, But now I don't remember how." I just put the needles in their hands and give them some tips and encouragement and Voila! the hands recall what the brains do not. Humans are made that way, we remember.

So, today I remembered how to do something that I thought I could not do. It has been at least 30 years since I rode a bicycle. It was a bit wobbly at first, but my old body still remembers how to balance and pedal at the same time....maybe all that time at the spinning wheel helped. I won't be biking long distances soon, but it sure was fun. It all came back to me, just like riding a bike!