Monday, June 26, 2017

Y for Yanni

ABC Wednesday
June 28th, 2017

The letter is Y for Yanni



A Greek musician

known and admired for his synthesized music

which has been described as 

"a kind of peaceful easy-feeling link

between pop music and classical music".



A video from his concert in the Acropolis...

(The Storm / Vivaldi)

a fitting place

for a Greek Musician, although

Yanni emphasizes the world-wide

aspect of his music.

And another,  which I like very much

The Rain Must Fall


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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

X for eXhaustion

ABC Wednesday
June 21st, 2017

The letter is X for eXhaustion




The cure for eXhaustion

Sometimes exhausted
with toil and endeavour,
I wish I could sleep
for ever and ever.
But then this reflection
my longing allays
I shall be doing it
one of these days
Piet Hein

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Saturday, June 17, 2017

This and that as I weave away!

June 17th, 2017

A nice day for weaving....

Here are a couple of scarves I wove after being inspired by Jane Stafford and her tips on balanced weaves.  They are awaiting hemming!





But on this one I cheated - it has a nice long fringe - no hemming required


These scarves are woven with a 20/2 silk, remnants of past weavings.

I am using up my stash.  For two reasons....

The hopeful one is that I will replace it with new threads and go on weaving
forever and ever..

The other reason is that I don't want any of my children
shaking their head, rolling their eyes
and commenting on parents and their accumulations!
When the time comes...

With this in mind I have been gathering up my containers of wool,
sorting them into piles and colours,
or sometimes jut randomly plying two or three of them together.
Using the Indian Head Spinner, as shown below.

I end up with a lovely variegated warp
which I put on the loom
beamed, threaded, sleyed and tied
and then woven gently with a thinner weft.

Down in the lower left corner Callie sits on the throw
as it comes off the loom..

ah, but when water and washing
does its magic...


This cosy blanket hangs on the back of my chair
to keep Callie and I warm while we snuggle and read.

I am now on my second one


and intend to keep going until all those leftovers have been morphed
into something that will light up the children's eyes!

In the meantime our youngest son, on a trip down
from the Chilcotin,
very kindly put together my Countermarche, in the garage.

Here he is puzzling about what goes where and why.
I love him for doing this!
(amongst other reasons)




For the last ten years it has been resting, all in pieces,
because its User (me) couldn't get her
 knees up and down
to tie up treadles.

I have a DIL who is more supple than I and wants to learn to weave
and I'm not going to let THAT opportunity pass by!!!

My children are all so good to me, and sometimes I wonder how
Charles and I had the wisdom to have six of them
to help us in our ancientness!

God bless him this Fathers' Day!!!


Monday, June 12, 2017

W is for Wheelbarrow

ABC Wednesday
June 14th, 2017

The letter is W for Wheelbarrow

A famous poem of imagism by Dr. William Carlos Williams

THE RED WHEELBARROW

So much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens




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Monday, June 05, 2017

V is for Veritable

ABC Wednesday
June 7th, 2017
The letter is V for Veritable

I have chosen this word for V because I find it has always filled me with such confidence.

How could you not be fond of a word that expresses 

genuine, factual, indubitable, unquestionable, 

authentic, reliable, trustworthy, valid and true.



Would you not say that these

children are listening to

a VERITABLE storyteller?

. . . . . . . . .


On the other side of the coin

the word Veritable holds a little sadness,

reminding me of that last great push

by the Allies in the effort to end

World War Two

Operation Veritable

was the northern part of an Allied Pincer

movement that took place during

the final stages of the war and in which

the Canadian Army played an important part.

My husband's brother was killed here,

in a meadow just across from

the Hochwald Forest.


Such a sad place to die...
a veritable tragedy.

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Sunday, June 04, 2017

June 4th, 2017

An Excerpt from a June, 2007 posting
which only goes to prove that the more things change, the more they stay the same

Despite the devastating things that happen in our lives, the moves we make, the changes in circumstances, still, beneath whatever desolation saddens us there is a core in the way we cope with life that stays the same and carries us through!

Well, I've come to that conclusion, anyway.


In June 2007 I copied that lovely old admonishing William Henry Davies poem that goes thus.....

What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see when woods we pass
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see in broad daylight, 
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich the smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.

And said, in so many words  "One of the most delightful advantages of aging is an awakening awareness that probably hasn't been felt so strongly since childhood.

Do you rlemember the intense kinship you felt with all of nature when you were a child?  The awe that little things inspired?  A wiggling worm, a taqdpole, the green grass growing and the passion for four leaf clovers?  What a precious affinity we had with GRASS, embracing time in guiltless idleness as we lay on the lawn, imagining shapes in the white clouds of summer.

And the little girls who romanced with the flowers in their mothers' gardens, making princesses our of hollyhocks and sweet heaqds of clover, - all dressed for the ball and Prince Charming.

Now, as age steals busy activity, it leaves in its place the time to recapture some of the awe of childhood.

The 'trailing clouds of glory' that Wordsworth saw surrounding the very young child seems to return to us, and surround us, as we reach the final years.

Some are lucky (or wise) enough to carry the sense of wonder throughout their whole lives, but for others it is a surprise gift, bestowed by a sense of infinity and appreciation".

At this point in 2007 I entered some of the gorgeous flowers 
that grew in the garden Charles and I nurtured in those days. 

Different garden, but yes,
 my time in the garden today was spent amongst the same beauty....
and gave me the same comfort.











I am still stirred by the magic in the early morning garden, 

and have great awe and enthusiasm for the new blooms that surprise me every day. 
 Such a comfort, too.....

From Francis Hodgson Burnett, and the Secret Garden..... 

"and the secret garden bloomed and bloomed, and every morning revealed new miracles".

Coffee is at seven if you would like to join in the back garden,
just down the lane...


Monday, May 29, 2017

Ukulele Part 2

ABC Wednesday
May 31, 2017
The letter is U for Ukulele (part 2)



Well, I'm still having fun!

Loving the Ukulele......
It keeps me company at Breakfast time
when we practice a few chords
and sometimes sing
"Five Foot Two"
which I can play now without having
to look at the music.

Here's a little poem from Sandra Beasley
that has a few words to say about the tranquility
of the Ukulele.

"The vessel is simple - a rowboat among yachts.
No one hides a Tommy gun in its case.
No bluesman runs over his uke in a whiskey rage.

The last of the Hawaiian queens translated the name
gift that came here
while the Portuguese historians translate jumping flea
the way a player's fingers pick and fly.

If you have a cigar box, it'll do.
If you have a fishing line, it'll sing.

If there is to be one instrument of love,
not love vanished or imagined, 
but love, it's this one.

Fit a melody in the crook of your arm and strum."



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