Sunday, March 20, 2016

Spring Friends

There is a lot you can say about friendship... I like this one:

A friend is one who
Overlooks your broken fence
And admires the flowers
In your garden~

I would like to be growing rockrose in our garden. We planted lots of it when we were Jolly Green Ranchers. The flowers are bold and delicate, both at once. And the shrub has a warm, almost evergreen fragrance that I love.

Funny thing about spring... I never feel as keenly eager for this season as I do for autumn, or winter. But when it does arrive, when spring blossoms show, and trees bud, when thoughts turn to summer plans, and we think of lingering outdoors, then I am thankful. Thankful for spring, for beginnings and do-overs, for fresh starts, and pastoral romantic sentiments. Tea parties, picnic banquets, kittens, corsages, poetry, light bed sheets, open windows, dewy mornings, longer days, and skirts that twirl.

Simplicity 1816, makes for satisfyingly twirly spring skirts. I've made two, and have plans to sew more. I've been surprised that I feel like sewing, because this cold has knocked me down hard, but evidently I have a sewing bug... and for the record: I am ridiculously amused with my little pun.

Puns amuse, and bird prints delight me. And having two successful and successive sewing sessions thrills me.

Maria already chose another print for a third skirt. And I am already looking at all the scraps and thinking how "easy" it would be to make a patchwork quilt. {Honestly, I am not medicated, but maybe it's the fever that is giving me grand notions!}

Here's what Foo thinks I need when I am feverish and delirious: Hugs. Isn't this adorable? {Not really. Not if you know him. It's more like he's pinned me in a death grip wrestling match, and my discomfort and awkward position are nothing to him. I will be still. I will be warm, and comforting. Resistance is futile. But, yeah... he's totally adorable.}

When I couldn't sleep, I decided to imagine a spring party... the very spring party I intended to host today. I closed my eyes, and planned every bit of it. It was less fun than having a garden full of friends, baking quiches, roasting potatoes, whipping cream to top fresh strawberries. But the clean-up was a breeze! There would have been table cloths, tea cups, and lemon bars. I think we would have done some crafting, maybe play at printmaking. I keep adding gardening... would you have minded very much if we asked for help making a pumpkin bed? I liked imagining that part.

Happy spring, friends! I am looking forward to visits, and playdates, to seeing you here, and there. It will be nice to hear good things from you, to celebrate some special days that are coming soon.

Over our broken fence... it's really only just a bit wobbly, never mind... you can see we have some flowers, and more, in our garden.


gretchenjoanna said...

Your prints, your goats and flowers, and of course your chickens! All quite appealing. I like the variety of cistus with pale pink flowers best, and have planted three in my new garden. I would like to make that skirt for my youngest granddaughter - BUT...

...your post somehow conveys the quandary that spring puts me in: so many things to do, suddenly! I started to make a list in this sentence, but I think I'll put that off for a day. This is a day of rest. :-)

Jennifer said...

I do so hope that you are feeling much, much better and that only the best parts of a sewing bug remain! It's amazing as always to see all the growing and flowering and living going on in your yard, and even parties that can only be imagined for now have a way to coming to life~~~

Tracy Batchelder said...

I'm the opposite about the seasons. I don't think I will ever be eager for winter to arrive. Summer is my favorite—hot days and sunshine, lots of sunshine. Happy spring to you! I hope you get to have the party of your dreams soon.

Anonymous said...

As always, your photos are wonderful. What a beautiful hen! I too like the friendship saying and could certainly use it as a reminder on how to behave!