tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291901042008-08-24T14:21:25.855-04:00Where fiber meets mudThe woman likes soft fiber. The man likes sturdy fiber. Fiber and Mud play well together.Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-73566845425411244702008-08-10T19:42:00.005-04:002008-08-12T22:49:09.365-04:00Tag you are it!I have never been invited to meme before so here goes a new adventure for me. Janet at <a href="http://www.bigskyknitting.com/Blog/Blog.html">Big Sky Knitting</a> tagged me for this game.<br /><br /><br />Here is what I am supposed to do:<br />1. Put the logo on your blog:<br />2. Add a link to the person who awarded you<br />3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs<br /><br /><br />1. <a href="http://jhv.blogs.com/eatatjoes/">Eat at Joes</a>: I like this blog because he offers a different way of looking at things while being entertaining. Joe is a guy living in Durham, North Carolina. Eat at Joe's! is Joe's food blog. Joe knows nothing about food, except what he has picked up from cooking, eating, and reading. He's pretty much the same way about writing and blogging: he is neither a professional chef, nor writer, nor blogger. He's just a big old geek.<br /><br /><br />2. <a href="http://joanneseiff.blogspot.com/">Yarn Spinner</a>. This woman in KY gives perspective into spinning which I have no patience for and her DH is a professor and I love to follow the antics of the pets, husband and adventures in the southern part of KY.<br /><br /><br />3. <a href="http://sailingknitter.blogspot.com/">The Sailing Knitter.</a> Who would not love to sell it all and live on a boat? I find myself living vicariously through her adventures. Plus she is always knitting socks! She finds great yarns and has great pictures of a part of the world I will never see.<br /><br /><br />4. <a href="http://minimavita.blogspot.com/">A Little Life</a>. Fun to read. Stretches my vocabulary. Interesting subject matter.<br /><br /><br />5. <a href="http://possumcreekherbfarm.blogspot.com/">Possum Creek Herb Farm Blog</a>. She encourages my addiction to herbs. That in itself is enough of a reason to read the blog and research what plant I am missing in my collection. It is my favorite spot to read in February when I have had enough of winter.<br /><br /><br />6. <a href="http://ourlittleacre.blogspot.com/">Out Little Acre.</a> Gardens and comments are priceless. Northeast Ohio is near and dear to my heart. I grew up on the shore of Lake Erie.<br /><br /><br />7. <a href="http://fromhillrise.blogspot.com/">on the hill.</a> Flowers, Travel, socks, food, geography and variety - What more can a person ask? A blog that allows for a fair amount of travel dreaming while being able to crawl into your own bed at night! She lives on a hillside in the Yorkshire Dales. Across the big pond.<br /><br /><br />STEP 4: Add links to those blogs on yours DONE!<br /><br />STEP 5: Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs<br /><br /><br />Now if anyone wonders why I have a hard time doing things on time these are 7 good reasons...<br /><br /><br />On another note we have a hungry <a href="http://www.jimctaylor.com/BROWN%20THROATED%20HUMMINGBIRD%20male.jpg">hummingbird</a> who I call Brownie. Probably looks like this link. I got a franchise diner for the Mean Green Hummer because there was a fair amount of collisions. So now I wait to see if they use the second feeder too!<br /><br /><br /><br />I could bore you with words about Maine and the vacation that was A-MAINE-ZING but I will not do that... Next time I post I will bore you a little.<br /><br /><br />The garden is doing well. I have a few chokeberries and a few wonderberries - but the rest of the plants that were suppose to be that variety look an awful lot like tomato plants. The Zuchinni lived its life and is now on the heap in the woods. My second setting of beans are about 6 inches high. The lettuce and spinach will get planted this week for fall enjoyment!<br /><br /><br />Tonight for dinner we had Turkey, tomato, avacado sandwiches. Garden additions make every meal a great treat.<br /><br /><br />Back to the <a href="http://twosharpsticks.blogspot.com/2007/10/cat-bordhi-sock-genius.html">socks</a> that Cat Bohrdi calls Spiral Coriolis Sock. This person had a much better success at it than I am having - but I am sure that my second sock will look 100% better than my first because I understand the procedures now... Socks are forgiving - you cover them with shoes and pants ... have a good day - be kind one to another!Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-66624873302006237762008-07-23T23:13:00.003-04:002008-07-23T23:25:33.640-04:00Change<div align="center">Tonight I want to talk about change.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Not the kind you find in your pockets, but rather the kind that over takes you.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I have been in such situations before. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I have fought the change.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Let me tell you how hazardous that is for the body and the soul. It makes you sick and tired.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Let me share with you the wisdom gathered on the journey... </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If there is a humongous change before you - let it fill every pore of your body. Let it completely wash over you. Harvest the energy of the change and in doing that take control of the ride. You can be victim of change or victor of change. You can hanker down and say "Stop" or you can ride the wave and gather speed and come out on top. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">In these times change itself comes with baggage. Steal it. Make it your own and then you can rule the world that is being laid out before you.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Take no prisoners. Take nothing but your God given skills and float away. By riding the wave of change you can gather energy and not waste any fighting what is happening to your world. In the end you will be in a better place.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">When all is said and done - take a moment to look at the difference between the two worlds. If you used all your talents - you will like all you see. If you were angry and got stubborn - the surroundings will make you wither and miserable.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Fly with the change and rejoice in your resilience. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">OK. Now I said my piece - go to bed! Yeah that means me too! Right after I wrap the zuchinni bread!</div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-16194160766206541742008-07-21T07:08:00.003-04:002008-07-21T07:13:20.190-04:00VaCaTiOn In A bOx<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SIRuXmH_fMI/AAAAAAAAASg/3jWV9kHQLjE/s1600-h/vacation+in+a+box.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225422819306732738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SIRuXmH_fMI/AAAAAAAAASg/3jWV9kHQLjE/s320/vacation+in+a+box.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Ever since we had a deck and sun and time, we have had a wading pool.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This one was on sale for half of what I have spent on wading pools in the past.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It now claims about a third of the deck surface.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It is glorious.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Filter and everything.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Now that will make the next 5 weeks of the hot summer bearable.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We were feeling like we were captive in our own house. With a pool - we now just feel sunburned.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Oh the garden is doing well also</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Beans</div><div align="center">Zuchinni</div><div align="center">Swiss Chard </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Herbs</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">and soon</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Tomatos and Peppers!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sit quietly and listen to the wonder about you... </div><div align="center"> </div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-50934629025449737812008-07-15T23:41:00.001-04:002008-07-15T23:44:04.969-04:00Nothing but gardenBEANS<br /><br />MOLES<br /><br />BEANS<br /><br />AND WEEDS<br /><br />NOTHING BUT GARDENS<br /><br />BUT WE DID ENJOY THE HOME GROWN GREEN BEANS TONIGHT<br /><br />AND I FINISHED THE EUROBAG LAST NIGHT<br /><br />TOO TEDIOUS TO MASS PRODUCE<br /><br />BACK TO THE SOCKS - EASY MINDLESS SOCKS<br /><br />AUGUST 12 I GO BACK TO THE CABLE KNIT SWEATER FOR THE STUDENT<br /><br />Time to tell the brain - time for sleep...Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-75889566944265463352008-07-10T23:47:00.003-04:002008-07-11T00:04:32.589-04:00SELF DISCIPLINE<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">All my life I have struggled with self discipline. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I find it easy to do things for others. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I find it hard to do good things for myself. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You know what kind of things - moderation things - things that require you to have a good strong talk with yourself and do things like - eat right - exercise - sleep enough - keep your language on the proper level - be kind - be consistent - be positive.... you know the fruits of the spirit kinds of things. Things that do not harm yourself. Things that make you a better person. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have struggled with self discipline ever since I realized what it was at age seven. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Breaking bad habits is hard. I suffered from gluttony at one point in my life. I also remember thinking that life would be better if you did not need sleep at all (as I was coming out of the grocery store at 1 am). </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have struggled with moderation over the last 5 years. I have learned that sugar is not my friend. I have had to part ways with many things that I loved no longer can I eat cheese. I have learned that some of my habits were not healthy for me. I have struggled and most days I succeed. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I just realized that I must be getting some control on things - I understand when I need to eat and do it with moderation almost 90% of the time - I am very aware that exercise is important and my body craves it almost as much as Jackson craves his walks. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I still have a ways to go on other areas - there are projects that are unfinished - and I sometimes bite off more than I can chew - but I have been very aware of what it means to be self disciplined lately and feel that I am making some head way on the project - - - afterall.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Better be - I have been working on the project for 50 years. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">But I have also learned to forgive myself. Which is another side of self discipline. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Now it is late. Good Night.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-82712724992889312212008-07-08T23:36:00.002-04:002008-07-08T23:40:36.128-04:00Today I have a a thought<div align="center">These people need prayers:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Bob</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ray's family</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Lindsay</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Alex</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A woman friend going through divorce</div><br />You are good at prayers I know you are - and if no words come - just lift the name to the heavens and God will know what to do - just be the elevator.<br /><br />Keep a good thought - it has been a most unusual day. <br /><br />See you tomorrow....Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-31687355320810075892008-07-07T23:04:00.004-04:002008-07-07T23:07:13.644-04:00Today we have herbs<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SHLZWKOb8RI/AAAAAAAAASY/2mKXSKTWY7A/s1600-h/DSC01284_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220473892801081618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SHLZWKOb8RI/AAAAAAAAASY/2mKXSKTWY7A/s320/DSC01284_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a> These herbs mixed with some Olivio were basted on the chicken breasts and it made a great dinner!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I thought I lost my filled Kroger card - but it was in a safe place - I found it there. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I may have sent the brain on vacation a little early - got lost going to church... need to focus a little more this next two weeks. Maybe not!</div><br /><br /><div></div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-62125466017589415672008-07-06T22:13:00.002-04:002008-07-06T22:23:47.418-04:00Today we have SabbathMy question to you is this: Why when you take time to rest are you so tired? When I stop I can barely function - in that I cannot even stay awake to read or knit. I must be pretty tired to have rested two full days and still be tired enough to go to bed!<br /><br />I did sneak into the garden after I walked the dog. The tomato bushes, cukes, melons and zuchinni needed to be strung up some what. I needed to lay paper under the green bean bushes. Weeding is eternally needed. I trimmed back the lavendar bushes to small circular shapes and cut some blossoms. I water boarded a mole hole but tomorrow morning I will gather all the hoses together and get the rest of the contingent living near the west wall of the garden... where they think they want to eat my lavender plants and the zuchinni - - what they do not want to have to do is to eplain to my eldest daughter who loves zuchinni that they ate the plants.... <br /><br />In the next few days I will be starting some sections again - second plantings are fun. I haven't done this for a long time (since Wheaton where I canned a lot of stuff) but it will be good - the growing season lasts until October - so I have plenty of time for more beans - beets - lettuce - spinach - swiss chard - carrots and whatever else I have in the seed bag that can function in 90 days!<br /><br />OK I am exhausted. <br /><br />Long week - five full work days - I think in summer the work week should be 4 days long every week - give us adults time to rest and play...Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-9159284195527006782008-07-05T23:17:00.004-04:002008-07-05T23:28:40.398-04:00Today we have gratitude<div>Grateful for rest</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful for the hard work that keeps my garden safe</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful for my life here </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful for the animals I see when I walk (after Jackson saw two bunnies he no longer even flinched when he saw the birds)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful for the day lilies</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful that I know how to knit and am willing to try new things and not be frozen into panic if the pattern does not come out 100% correct.... I can learn and I can grow.... the pattern that I am following is not like this - but you get the idea - knitted holes to carry things - bag weighs ounces and carries pounds... I have been intrigued with these since I saw them in Germany when we were living there in 1976 - 1979. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219737000728646802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SHA7JZVk1JI/AAAAAAAAASA/kJNMgSDcsGM/s320/eurobag.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful for companionship</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful that I know how to entertain myself with all my hobbies (even laundry)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful that my DH is not a high maintenance person</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful for thank you notes from friends</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful that I can let the inner sloth rule me one day of the week</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grateful that this was a four day weekend</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Glad I did not have to travel to hear fireworks - they were all around us</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Glad that my God is huge and all inclusive and accepting of me</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Glad that tomorrow is another day of rest - although that rest may be more like play!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My suggestion: Find something to be grateful about - do it - watch it - and enjoy it... </div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-11682450594204380992008-07-04T23:32:00.004-04:002008-07-04T23:40:41.118-04:00Tonight - we see birds...<div align="center">After the routine (yes we do the routine every night)</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">We were going to have a short walk between the rain drops</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Then I saw a huge red shoulder hawk fly over head and I was done for. I love birds. I love to see them fly and I love the sounds they make. I open the window in the dead of winter to listen to the cardinals in the morning because it is that important to me. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Out street is about a half mile loop, but if you go down the private lane to where the creek is located you get in a full mile and a good cardio because of the steep climb up. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So on we went and checked the creek that was really flowing. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">As we started back up the drive I saw this flying away. </div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219369118670119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SG7sj1354NI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kRWDxkVNLgE/s320/great_blue_heron_6488c_tfk.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><div align="center">UNREAL, I see them periodically when I cross the Little Miami River, but never this close to hear the sound of the wings flapping. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">That was a good thing to see on an other wise rainy day. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Knitting socks, and a Eurobag just because I can.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Tomorrow is Saturday! WOO HOO! Love long weekends!</div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-44480733294260118622008-07-03T23:32:00.004-04:002008-07-03T23:47:16.068-04:00Tonight we got Dog!OK!<br /><br />Here is the routine and I do mean routine!<br /><br />Home from work - belly rub the poochy poochy after all he is a belly rub whore!<br /><br />Eat dinner - do dishes.<br /><br />Change clothes and Jackson starts dancing at the very sight of me headed to the bedroom to change clotes.<br /><br />Sit down to tie shoes and Jackson is so over joyed that he insists on helping.<br /><br />Get leash!<br /><br />Get plastic bag!<br /><br />Get leash on dog!<br /><br />Walk for 30 or so minutes.<br /><br />After the walk Jackson likes to lounge in the yard on his long tether.<br /><br />Fine and good. I staked up some plants and generally enjoyed what I saw. Here is where life gets tricky... <br /><br />As a rule - Jackson can be let off his leash and usually can be trusted to go the 10 or so feet without being touched or guided. He just goes in the house. Tonight I guess the door was not open enough. He hit the door and said to himself - humph - guess I am not going in there - turned around and darted for the wide open spaces. Dammit!<br /><br />So I go in the house and DH asks me "Did you let him go?" "D'oh" <br /><br />I invented this trick and 99 times it works - but not tonight. So I get a leash and Jackson proceeds to take me on a cruise of the neighbors yards. The neighbors have some interesting yards!<br /><br />He slips into a very thick part of the woods and I opt to walk around to the other side - where I find him on the deck - he looks at me and bolts down the stairs. Dammit!<br /><br />I tour the yards - nice work guys! and while he is sniffing yard 4 or 5 I lost track - I clench his neck and get the leash on him again. <br /><br />Home we wander - all the time I am telling him "you should not piss off the momma" and lecturing him on the finer points of not running away from me - it is not prudent at this juncture to piss me off... <br /><br />Well, he comes in the house and I ask the DH if he thought he would have come if I crinkled a plastic bag the way he comes before his walk... we just laughed... <br /><br />Jackson is not to be trusted and at that point he looks at me with big brown eyes and says "What?"<br /><br />That was that - tonight we got dog!Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-559637936309594542008-07-02T22:51:00.004-04:002008-07-02T23:04:17.362-04:00Tonight we got holes!<div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">If you have a hole you fill it.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Think Dentist.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Think tire repair.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Think Shoe repair.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Think Tailor.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Think window.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Think garden.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">I have a HUGE Sweet Gum Tree in the front yard. Half the area under the tree is hosta and pacasandra (which I may have spelled wrong) and the other half is hosta and impatience. Well they were wilted tonight and I know they need water daily. So I went to water. What did I find? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Holes.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Holes where the plants had been. </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Want to see the other damage? </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218616343863084530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SGw_6lMBxfI/AAAAAAAAARg/9hYFLEQLQUM/s320/meadow_vole_in_lawn.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center">Definite witness that there are voles that are making the holes.</p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">Plants were helter skelter and I had a hose. </p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">I filled the holes. I comically refer to this process as water boarding. I understand the Geneva Convention I just prefer to take no prisoners. Early in the spring I did this process and the lawn is clear. Guess they moved under the tree. I am resisting getting the peanut treats for them that worked for my neighbor so well. But this is war. I will win. </p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">And now the day lilies... there are others but these are my two favorites!<br /></p><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218617542800335794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SGxBAXk8Y7I/AAAAAAAAARo/xZI73QIG6z0/s320/DSC01279_edited.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218617548016437826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SGxBArAjykI/AAAAAAAAARw/DrtGs5Ioqe4/s320/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p align="center">Sweet garden dreams to you....</p>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-14898726583612347092008-07-01T22:57:00.003-04:002008-07-01T23:05:01.973-04:00We got Greens!<div align="center">Tonight I harvested about a bushel of mixed greens.</div><br /><div align="center">Curly Kale</div><div align="center">Bak Choy </div><div align="center">Swiss Chard</div><br />We will be eating healthy for the next few days. I imagine by the 15th there will be the favorite item "Home Grown Green Bones" (green and wax beans)<br /><br />After that there will be other delights to have. I can start some fall crops soon enough and enjoy some root vegetables most of the fall and winter. <br /><br />I read where some are harvesting the chamomile for tea already. My seeds just sprouted... My celery is also just sprouted. I guess I planted a little late in the season - Memorial Day is not that late - but next year I will be able to get the garden in early because the fence will be up and hopefully the soil will be much enriched... April - I am thinking April - before the 15th - that should be soon enough to plant spinach and peas! <br /><br /><div align="center">Did I ever tell you I love to garden... </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Oh and the day lilies look just like the pictures I posted last week. Some actually are fragrant!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Off to rest... more fun tomorrow... </div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-31082484788319426912008-06-24T22:14:00.003-04:002008-06-24T22:32:02.078-04:00Gardens are better than books - they turn their own pages<div>Yesterday besides being the 30th anniversary of establishment of twins - was the equinox. I was outside in the daylight until 9:15 and came in because HOUSE was on the TV. I also figured out how to make the rain barrel drain and watered the hydrangea with the water and a few other plants in the front yard - - then I did sprinkle the impatience under the tree with the hose as they, the hostas and the tree needed water</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Tonight I watered the garden with a sprinkler. I also carried around a bag of fertilizer and whereever I stopped I scooped some fertilizer in the soil. I can do this kind of thing - fertilize because for some reason I forgot about it totally last year and the plants were so listless. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I also fed the rose bushes and the day lilies... the ones I have been waiting and waiting for... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>They are not blooming yet - but they are close. Here are the photos from the website - where I discovered - some are no longer available... so I had best keep these safe from the deer. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>wayside king royale<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215638602056044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SGGrrMhdkEI/AAAAAAAAARM/TvIj8yD2Hgg/s320/wayside+king+royale.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>wayside painted lady</p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215638600743882370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SGGrrHonjoI/AAAAAAAAARE/CT-f9WxFDEw/s320/wayside+painted+lady.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>welcome mat</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215638597598085858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SGGrq76mguI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3Q9ZcNx6adk/s320/welcome+mat.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>vanilla fluff<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215638594400332754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SGGrqwAMq9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YqvnnASk7aE/s320/window+dressing.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215638596177996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SGGrq2oBrDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Z4AzyhVfaDI/s320/wineberry+candy.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>wineberry candy</p><p>Aren't these great names - what fun. </p><p> </p><p>Some of these are suppose to smell really great - but they are so full of deer scat - that the whole scent thing amy be lost this year! Can't put deer fence so close to the street now can we? </p><p> </p><p>I will be focusing on the roses a little more over the next few days - I think they are feeling neglected - more so than even the year that we had the foundation dug - at least that year the heavens watered them and I did manage to feed them on schedule - there was no other plant in the yard!</p><p> </p><p>Keep a good thought for tomorrow - this aging process and all the crazy tests we have to take - make you a little crazy - but we seem to take them in stride - sort of like taking the car in for a test to see the problem with the engine... </p><p> </p><p> </p>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-20218297674517163482008-06-22T23:03:00.007-04:002008-06-22T23:25:52.677-04:00WEEKEND IN THE GARDEN - OH BOY!<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">A REALLY BOUNTIFUL HARVEST OF LAVENDER IN A 6 INCH DIAMETER VASE.... </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8S0GO-rVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Z5fSQsjTceY/s1600-h/DSC01260_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214907579754261842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8S0GO-rVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Z5fSQsjTceY/s320/DSC01260_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8TYNQb5zI/AAAAAAAAAQc/y9X0FN6F2Ag/s1600-h/DSC01268_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214908200114710322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8TYNQb5zI/AAAAAAAAAQc/y9X0FN6F2Ag/s320/DSC01268_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">TO THE LEFT YOU CAN SEE LEEKS GROWING VERY VERY SLOWLY AND THAT PESKY CRABGRASS RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PLOT</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">TWO PURPLE PEPPER PLANTS ON THE DECK TABLE. THERE ARE 3 DIFFERENT BASIL PLANTS; 2 SCENTED GERANIUMS AND 6 ORANGE PATIO TOMATO BUSHES</span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8TXw0S9KI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TxABl4d2nng/s1600-h/DSC01274_edited.JPG"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214908192480490658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8TXw0S9KI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TxABl4d2nng/s320/DSC01274_edited.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">THE SINGLE PLANT THAT LOOKS LIKE A TOMATO IS REALLY A GROUND CHERRY WHICH IS AN EXPERIMENT FOR THIS YEAR. There are about 6 total and several Wonderberry bushes growing too. More experiments....</span> </div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8TYHm2NAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9yYWGvUFRVM/s1600-h/DSC01265.JPG"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214908198598095874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8TYHm2NAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9yYWGvUFRVM/s320/DSC01265.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8VLDtccOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zxzv9s4rf5A/s1600-h/DSC01269_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214910173236981986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SF8VLDtccOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zxzv9s4rf5A/s320/DSC01269_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">SALSIFY, WHICH I HAD TO START AGAIN BECAUSE IT LOOKED SO MUCH LIKE GRASS THAT MOST OF THE FIRST BATCH GOT WEEDED OUT. THIS MAKES ME THINK ABOUT STARTING EVERY SEED I BUY IN A CUP SO I KNOW WHAT I AM GROWING. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">That is what I have today. Soon there will be pictures of the day lilies that I have been waiting for two years to see. They do not bloom the first year you plant them and this year I have been spraying them with Deer Scat and putting dog hair all around them every time I empty my Dyson. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Any guess on the amount of knitting I have accomplished?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sweet Dreams...</div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-15925778116965433362008-06-14T00:15:00.003-04:002008-06-14T00:28:36.146-04:00TIM RUSSERT 1950 - 2008Life they say is what happens between the dashes.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25145431/">Tim Russert </a>loved life. He loved the game of politics. His tributes today have been without equal.<br /><br />There is a large Tim Russert size hole in my life today. The whole MSNBC news family is in shock at your sudden departure and it showed on every face we saw tonight. <br /><br />I am an admitted MSNBC news-aholic.<br /><br />He was my 15 seconds of fame. We graduated together from John Carroll University. <br /><br />Oh Tim, How we will miss ye!<br /><br />There is a man named Bob Nook who watched Meet the Press as faithfully as any one I knew. <br /><br />Stop by for a chat, have a cold one, and engage him in a discussion once again. Please. <br /><br />Thanks for teaching us to love our fathers, past, present and future.<br /><br />I can only hope we have learned the lessons or readiness, preparation and accountability you tried to teach us. You truly spoke the truth in love, kindness and humility. <br /><br />May the Lord hasten to gather you to his boutiful table. My you have a comfortable room in the mansion. May eternal rest come upon your soul.Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-84027620561020877652008-06-10T07:23:00.002-04:002008-06-10T07:33:56.006-04:00HOW TO LOWER YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE - Part 1<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SE5lh5AapiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tYg2bv8Llgo/s1600-h/DSC01257_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210213451826898466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SE5lh5AapiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tYg2bv8Llgo/s320/DSC01257_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a> Today</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />Tomorrow<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SE5liiDWRKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zMBpB6fkESU/s1600-h/DSC01258_edited.JPG"></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210213462845047970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SE5liiDWRKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zMBpB6fkESU/s320/DSC01258_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a> And right now the scent of petunias is the best in all the summer plants. </p><p align="center">Always reminds me of being 5 and putting one to my face, inhaling so hard that the petals stuck to my face without holding the flower. </p><p align="center">I thought it was a great sport. </p><p align="center">The hummingbirds like them too!</p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SE5ljFjhIHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JEF2QywBnJs/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210213472375218290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SE5ljFjhIHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JEF2QywBnJs/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /></a> Part Two - soon. </p><p align="center">I am now off to make correct what I absent-mindedly did last week!</p><p> </p><p><br /> </p>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-63523924437097383312008-06-01T23:00:00.005-04:002008-06-01T23:17:49.580-04:00Gardens are me!<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Spring</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115092078389058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SENjlnfoZ0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wbiojz1oOw8/s320/DSC01242_edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Finally</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115087783421746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SENjlXfoZzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ktxc5fO5AXE/s320/DSC01241_edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Here </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115079193487138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SENjk3foZyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Y5VryMUlbuI/s320/DSC01240_edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Too much fun playing in the mud and planting seeds that will take their own sweet time to sprout and grow into a lovely garden.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115616064399186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SENkEHfoZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/5zJx02ASLjk/s320/DSC01250_edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">No deer problems as you will see why. Seven feet of safety and a gate for easy access. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207116298964199282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SENkr3foZ3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/aEgcNkMd3P8/s320/DSC01251_edited.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />The garden looks different even a few days later. Green beans are about 2 inches high already. </p><p align="center">I can almost taste the "Home Grown Green Bones" as we like to call them. </p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A few more plants and some flowers and we will be ready to watch and see. I am trying several new things this year. Ground Cherries, Krul Celery, Salisfy and Leeks. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Be patient - there is no microwave gardening here - just good old fashion patience... <br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207116307554133890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SENksXfoZ4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/LaZo_3oSg-8/s320/DSC01254_edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Next we will be making some string Tee Pees for the vines. I will have a helper next week and we will make all kinds of fun supports for the cucumbers, melons and squash to hang from! Rube Goldberg watch out - here we come - string and sticks - it will be like knitting... </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here is the view from the deck! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115620359366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SENkEXfoZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/-pVyCN6KkEg/s320/DSC01249_edited.JPG" border="0" /></div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-77278463409806267192008-05-24T22:57:00.002-04:002008-05-24T23:12:36.919-04:00Life is not a Microwave<div align="center">Some things take time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Gardens take time to grow from seed to plant. Water, sunlight and care are needed to encourage the plants to grow.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Children take 9 months to mature from seed to child. You do not push a button and get the baby all developed in a few minutes of waiting. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Traffic lights take a few minutes to change colors. Yes, you will survive with waiting patiently. No, you cannot turn left on red if noone is coming when the light is red. No, you cannot ride up the turn lane for miles to avoid waiting in the long morning traffic. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It takes a few minutes to turn left on a Saturday Afternoon.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Healing takes time. Physical healing, spiritual healing, psychological healing all take time. Things have to level out. Bonds need to be invented again and made strong through exercise and patient waiting and rest. Healing, tenderly nurtured in the beginning will stand the test of time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Love takes time to develop into a relationship. You do not go to Match.com and find the perfect person the first time - meet and marry in minutes. Love takes time. I do believe in love at first sight - but the relationship that stands the test of time and survives all the crazy curve balls that life throws - takes time and tender caring. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Cash registers take time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Face it folks, life takes time. You have to wait for things. Just because you can go from ice cubes to boiling water in 3 minutes does not mean that every event under the sun can be performed at such a speed.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">As a society we have become to expect everything will happen at microwave speeds. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Not so much. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I suggest that the planet take a universal sigh and cleanse that thought from their brains and learn to be just a little patient with the person ahead of them in traffic, grocery store, gas station, parking lot, drug store, golf course, and even on the street when walking the dog. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It all takes time and in the beginning and in the end - that is all we have - time. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Slowly stepping off the soap box and going to sleep - it is time for that!</div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-76188097299902214532008-05-15T07:04:00.006-04:002008-05-15T07:43:05.172-04:00SO, LAST NIGHT I WAS AT CHURCH....<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">SO...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br />We have been attending a series on GRACE at church on Wednesday nights. The variety of ways that grace comes to you and can make you whole. I use my grace to do healing prayers during services at church. I found this gift one day when I was a little lost for reasons to attend church. Not had a problem attending since. You go to church - you get filled and renewed - and then you get sent out to use your serving of grace (which is immeasureable, really).<br /><br />At any rate...<br /><br />We were given and exercise to do for about 20 minutes. Read a Scripture passage and listen to what it says to you and pray with it... So I start, read the directions for the exercise through. Read the verse. Started to follow along... reading - then reading again - then the third instructed reading - I found these words:<br /><br /><strong>Jesus stopped and ordered the man to be brought to him. When he came near, Jesus asked him, </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>"What do you want me to do for you?" </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>"Lord, I want to see," he replied. Luke 18:40-41</strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I cannot tell you how many times I have asked that question to people that we pray over. It was there sitting in the silence that I discovered a very sacred thing.<br /><br /><br />The healing happens when the person tells God what it is that He/She would have Him/Her do.<br /><br /><br />That one request from the broken to the divine heals the person, makes them whole.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">They sit there as a child, asking the Father/Mother in response to the question:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">"Dear Child of mine, what would you have me do for you today?" </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">And then we pray and if we stay out of the way, God hears the prayer, and the faith of a little child will help to heal them. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I have never seen physical healing on the spot. I have seen people turn over burdens and let God carry them because they are too hard to deal with alone. I have felt the heat and the warmth of the Spirit fill the room. There is an energy there that surpasses all other life experiences. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">SO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">When you pray</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Hear the words: What would you have me do for you? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Then tell the Lord the truth, be honest and sincere, and wait. The healing grace will arrive to make you whole... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">One secret - the answers to your healing prayers are never what you expect. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">They are 10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">times better.</span> </span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-32263697557495831462008-05-11T20:00:00.003-04:002008-05-11T20:08:39.491-04:00THE SIGN SAID: CALL YOUR MOTHERSo I did:<br /><br />Mom, I love you<br />Mom. I miss you<br />Mom, I sure could use a hug today<br /><br />Mom, I love you<br />Mom, I miss you<br />Mom, We all could use your love down here today<br /><br />Mom, I love you<br />Mom, I miss you<br />Mom, the world is in such a mess today<br />We sure could use some love down here<br />Please deliver some soon<br /><br />Mom, I love you<br />Mom. I miss you<br />Mom, I sure could use a hug today<br />Mom, I tried as hard as I could to have a great life<br />Mom, I think you would be proud too<br />Mom, I am happy with my family and many remind me of you<br /><br />Mom, I love you<br />Mom. I miss you<br />Mom, I sure could use a hug today<br /><br />So this is the song I sang as I rode down the road. The lyrics continued as I beseeched her to help us fix the world we live in because I feel we have made such a big big mess... I asked her to visit some of the hurting places and heal their wounds from her chair in the heavens... <br /><br />I did call on my Mom. It made me feel better just to sing her this crazy made up song and say the word again like I was calling her once more.<br /><br />I HOPE YOU CALLED YOUR MOM ~ I SURELY WOULD HAVE IF I COULD HAVEWhere fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-68138955152087029232008-05-02T23:59:00.006-04:002008-05-03T00:36:13.384-04:00WHAT TAKES UP YOUR TIME?Since my last post which I think was about 12 days ago - it could have been a lifetime. Lot of life has passed over the road. I took apart the garden to one big flat square of soil. Many things moved to new homes and deer fence is going up soon.<br /><br /><br /><br />My husband had some "procedures' done to assure his health. Come back in 5 years - so all of us over 50 know what he had done. He also heard my favorite Bingo call "B-9"<br /><br /><br /><br />We have seen another great concert by Tom Rush who gave us the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yN-6PbqAPM">"Remember Song"</a> and a great night of music. Tonight we heard <a href="http://www.chapinmusic.com/SteveChapinBand/about.html">Steve Chapin and John Wallace </a>who played all the great songs of the Chapin band. Yes, even Taxi! They even sang one of our old favorites: <a href="http://www.bluesforpeace.com/lyrics/two-sleepy-people.htm">Two Sleepy People ... </a><br /><br /><br /><br />Then there is the basement project!<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195998188507653010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SBvk0qeSY5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/zFMLGLoTF7I/s320/DSC01237_edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />There was a day spent (could have been 1.5 hour activity, but you know how long home repairs really take) in the basement fixing the sagging upstairs floor. The pictures say everything. This project did not turn out exactly like we had researched, The floor did not budge, but obviously the double 2x4 did bend. And the pipe that we used beat the sawsall. It was not a great day for tools. <br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195998197097587634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SBvk1KeSY7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/dPVSohYJxSg/s320/DSC01239_edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195998192802620322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/SBvk06eSY6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/WE7CbNyO5nQ/s320/DSC01238_edited.JPG" border="0" />So we have this project on the further research list and it will get done eventually.</p><p> </p><p>The washer got new dogs. The dog got another bath. The lawn got cut and the gardens are definitely taking great shape. The DH has been very busy. We have finished out turns as helpers at Sunday School and we are taking a Wednesday night class on Grace, Prayer and the Risen Lord! We are helping relocate hobby supplies from a life time collection of crafting. </p><p> </p><p align="center">There have been many once in a lifetime moments and I have loved them all. </p><p> </p><p align="center">Somewhere running around my head is a story about Mint Faith. Not ready for prime time.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">There has been plenty of time spent watching the pundits. I am ready for the mud slinging to be finished now. <br /></p><br /><br />I have had some good very good conversations about what the heck is going on with my life. I think I have been in such a continuum of change that my life was spent riding the waves and surfing along. No big deal I have won the surfing contest for my age bracket. What you say? There was no contest? Sit down - it is my game and I made the rules and I won.<br /><br /><br /><br />It is the beginning anticipating season of gardens. The seeds are under the grow light and it is getting more exciting every day.<br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Little knitting, some months are like that, yeah they are!</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Do yourself a favor. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Live your life with all the colors in your crayon box. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Staying inside the lines is optional. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">At the end of the day - give yourself an A+. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Hang the picture on the wall and tell yourself - good job - well done - bring on another day - I will be ready in 8 hours!</span></div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-77868998818832561712008-04-19T20:16:00.003-04:002008-04-19T20:28:39.187-04:00Digging in day - a WOO HOO day!Today it was suppose to rain - but who ever believes the weather people. Noone predicted <a href="http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080419/NEWS01/804190367/1077/COL02">this</a> either!<br /><br />While driving to the cat sitting location - I needed sunglasses and thought to myself - this is some odd kind of rain!<br /><br />So I started the day with a cardio workout because I decided that the medication (that the doctor and I do not agree upon) was making me way to lazy and I did not take it last night - guess what - I could actually do almost 30 minutes of cardio - quick shower - swallowed my cereal and medicine and off to get the nails done - Who Do VooDoo - is a great shade for me. <br /><br />Now this presents a problem - you sure do not want to do yard work with a fresh manicure - so we went to the bookstore - where I needed the sunglasses for the travel once again. <br /><br />Peanut Butter and Jelly - all time favorite lunch - and I cleaned the hot tub and refilled it. All of a sudden I heard the Rototiller - - - woo hoo! And I checked the mail - woo hoo! Seeds all kinds of seeds! <br /><br />So sport fans - it is gardening season for sure... now to be patient enough for the soil to warm and the earth to be properly worked and relocated and mixed with amendments - I promise to try and be patient as I can be. But it does not count if you grow things under the lights in the basement now does it? <br /><br />I am suppose to be doing laundry and folding clothes - sigh - maybe just one load and then to knit - I am almost to the sleeve island border - - - woo hoo again! <br /><br />It surely is a woo hoo day!Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-87093723719879927812008-03-31T22:30:00.003-04:002008-03-31T22:33:39.784-04:00March socks of Araucania hand dyed yarn<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/R_Gebfo76wI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fDqd0J0Ftwk/s1600-h/DSC01236_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184098841267006210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/R_Gebfo76wI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fDqd0J0Ftwk/s320/DSC01236_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I started with on skein of Araucania hand dyed yarn - I would tell you the color but the dog chewed the label - I used Cat Bordhi's New Pathways for Sock Knitters Book One pattern Veil of Leaves which produced these lovely textured socks:<br /><br />I learned Cobblestone Cuff; Star toe and have almost mastered Judy’s Magic Cast-on.<br /><br />The picture does not do the lace pattern justice but if you thought, I was going to ask anyone to model them – you are crazy – I loose socks that way!</div><div> </div><div>My April socks may be short ones as time in the garden will be more important than anything. </div><div> </div><div>Time to get the beauty rest <a href="http://www.proscan.com/chess">Queen City Chess Tournament </a>comes soon enough. </div>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29190104.post-28432674637713728942008-03-16T22:36:00.004-04:002008-03-16T22:49:30.241-04:00Just a little progressThere are strange acronyms in the knitting world!<br /><br /><br /><ul><br /><li>TINKING is kniting backwards (repairing mistakes)</li><br /><li>UFO's which are unfinished objects</li><br /><li>WIP's which are works in progress</li></ul><br /><br /><p>Now there is a fine line between UFO's and WIP's. I prefer to call items in that status ON HIATUS... </p><br /><br /><p>So there is this FLAK2 that I have been talking about bringing out of Hiatus. I did and the third start is the charm for sure. </p><p> </p><p>I made a few changes to the pattern and I stayed with the changes so not they are part of the pattern and you may never even notice them. I remember how the cables flow - the timing of the twists and I remember how much like a river knitting cables really is - to me at least. </p><p> </p><p>I love it - water is my favorite thing to be around - to play in - to swim in - to drink - just love water... and so my FLAK 2 is taking shape. </p><p align="center">Here is the front section half way to completion before I begin the sleeve gussets... </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178535805837044786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wrg4MyS8K7w/R93a4NuO7DI/AAAAAAAAAN8/a5olAMppUGs/s320/DSC01232_edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p>Now I that I am about to start on skein three of the sweater I find myself counting the hours until I have an hour to work on the sweater... It really is compulsive at times... </p><p> </p><p>The weekend is over... I am tired... I did some mandatory housework - laundry - vacuumed the front room - cleaned the bathtub - fed the birds and that was pretty much it... guess I had best get some other things done as there will be company coming for Easter! </p><p> </p><p>SIGH less sweater time!</p><p><br /> </p><p></p>Where fibers meet mudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14068295067741588733noreply@blogger.com