Monday, September 26, 2016

Shades of Blue

My natural dyed batts.


But to get there, I had to grow the indigo.


harvest the leaves and chop them up, cook them, drain off the liquid, aerate it and then take the oxygen back out,

to end up with this scary looking potion.


Meanwhile, Hassie's still-dirty-even-after-washing-and-carding wool

was pre-moistened and ready to go.


So fun watching each piece turn yellow in the vat and then blue as it hit the air.






Such a fun day I had for myself.
It really was much easier than I had anticipated.
Next year I must remember to grow twice as much indigo so I will have enough liquid to create darker hues.
But for now, I look forward to spinning these lovely shades into yarn.
In January.
Much else to do right now ;)









Sunday, September 25, 2016

Fall Harvesting







Happy Sunday,
~Joan

Friday, September 9, 2016

Fallingwater



GO!
This is one of those places that pictures just cannot capture with any degree of mastery.
You must feel it.
Smell it.
Hear it.
Breath it.


Frank Lloyd Wright was pure creative genius.

And when you go, stay here.

Authentic History
Wide comfortable verandas perfect for a little knitting hour, people watching and sunset viewing.

Wonderful Dining and
The most perfect large stone fireplace


ideal for a nightcap with the one you love.


***
If you are a lover of art and architecture as I am, visit Artsy.net  
Their Frank Lloyd Wright page is worth exploring!  


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

The Party Pavillion

That old ugly carport just had to go.
Just had to.


So we set about rebuilding.




I had a treasure that I had planed to incorporate into a new home for my sheep, but since the old cow barn works just fine for them,


my very favorite second hand store pickup found a new home on a perfect perch.



Thus, the new carport is complete.





Best of all, it is ready to double as an awesome party pavilion.
I love it.


Saturday, August 13, 2016

Pillow Talk





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Monday, August 1, 2016

Learn from the way the wildflowers grow...
 {the quote inscribed on a frame my daughter gave us the night before her wedding. 
It is verse from the Book of Matthew, her and Kev's chosen reading for their Nuptials}.


I often like a little order in my Life. Things a certain place or a particular way. 
Dignified.  Refined.  Normal.
To an extent.

Then I love to look at what appears to be unruly Chaos and see the good that can spout from it. 

{My neglected compost bins. But look closely and all around for the treasures that have emerged from my lack of turning and taming the heap:


an eye level pumpkin

and volunteer sunflowers}.

Too much conformity and tidiness is not a good thing.  

It's like that in Nature and Life and Families.


A little freedom to bloom where one lands and changes in the wind promotes creativity and innovation.

{Last years pigs left behind a few mementos from the garden scrapes I fed them,

pumpkin and squashes everywhere they where. Quite organic in the most profound way.}.

 Maybe a few pleasant surprises along the way.


My children now grown, are scattered about like wildflowers.
 Still learning and growing each in their own way. 
Blessed to have their Loves alongside them to blossom how they are intended. 
For that I am Happy. 

I have much to learn from them now in return.

Arrangement courtesy of my mother and her roadside walk.


 

Thursday, July 21, 2016

This Day

The sun taking a peak,


The damp darker area around the house growing lots of things that like damp and dark,
 

 Some very hungry creatures attacking my parsley,


 The usual cast doing their usual thing,

 The early morning haul from the garden,

 
that was followed by snapping and chopping, blanching and freezing, pepper jelly making and canning, and of course very good eating.
BUT meanwhile....
elsewhere in the yard...

There was a bit of clatter going on going on.