Bird Knitting

My favorite place (among all my other favorite places) to knit is on the front porch sitting in a comfy red Adirondack chair glancing up at the mountains ever so often, just stitching away. 

Such was the case when I made this tunic for my daughter several months back. 

The yarn is  Rowan Cocoon and was a dream to work with (although I hear it sheds quite a lot...part mohair). I finished it up on that front porch, weaving in the ends and clipping off the remnants, flicking them off the garment with a quick motion into the wind. 

Seems another thought the yarn was a dream to work with as well.

I found this abandoned bird's nest in a dead bush a good distance away. 

Can you see the pieces of green yarn woven through the twigs? 

I wonder if I will find more next spring from the just completed baby blanket made for a family friend? 

Bad coloring...it's really a beautiful shade of aqua!

{No particular pattern on this one. The yarn is Miss Babs Yowza in the Coventry colorway}

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Drying

A baby blanket for a special friend,

Apples from the backyard tree,

a gift left for me by a creepy crawly,

Beans on the vine for warming soups,

...and flowers to brighten the day when Mother Nature gives way to Old Man Winter.

Hope your week is going well

Much Love,

~ Joan

 

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Happy Sunday



We left western Pennsylvania heading home to Virginia's Shenandoah Valley by way of Maryland and West Virginia.

 

I on the back of the Harley snapping drive-by photos of barns

 

 

 

 

 

and the emerging Autumn scenery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fritz arguing with the GPS lady

 

 

 

 

 who wanted us to do this

 

 

 

 

 

instead of this.

 

 

 

 

{Fritz won}

 



We are back on the farm safe, but perhaps not so sound in a few folks minds.

 

1280 miles complete.

 

I can't wait to do it again.

 

 

 

 

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Crabby

No...not me!

I am having the time of my life.

 

No drive through the Eastern shore would be complete without indulging in the delicacy the region is known for.

Crabs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We've had our fill of crab imperial, crab omelets, crab dip, crap stuffed flounder, crab topped potato skins...

 

 

 

{side note:  I think my grandsons need these chairs}

 

 

 

 

..and then it was back on the bike heading north.

Seemed like a good direction to go since we had come from the south, the west would have put us in the Bay and the east would have landed us in the Atlantic Ocean.

So north we went past the most interesting lighthouse.

 

 

 

and scenes of the real world we live in.

 

Not a bad shot from the back of the bike at crusing speed?

 

We headed inland just cruising away

 and found ourselves

hunckered down in Gettysburg, PA for a good nights rest.

 

                                                                               

 800 miles and counting...

 

 

 

 

No trip to the Delmarva Peninsula would be complete without a visit (or two) the Assateague National Seashore

So Beautiful.
 Such different flora and fauna than what I am accustomed to. I could have spent five more days there to take advantage of all the island had to offer. Hiking, kayaking, birding. beach walking. Celebrating what the shoreline is supposed to look like minus the T-shirt and boogie board shops.

It is a special place indeed, but there was one touristy experience I was determined to have:

As we were leaving the park I spotted them...

Look closely. Right in the middle. Do you see them?

No? Good thing I ran (I. am. not. a. runner!) down a mosquito infested woodland trail to get up close and personal to the Chincoteague Wild Ponies just for you.

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Tangier Island

Located in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay, it is rich in the history of the watermen.

 Home to some 500 persons speaking a very distinct dialect, with narrow fence lined streets ...

...and even narrower watery passages. 

And to visit the graves of the dearly departed, one need only to step into the backyard.

Or the front yard...