Saturday, February 06, 2021
It's breaking news! And not just because very little happens or changes around here... this is real news, up to the minute, and worthy of reporting, compelling, too. Tasha Tudor Goat, about to turn 9 years old, is a Nigerian dwarf goat. She loves to be brushed, to nap in the sun, and to wander out into the garden. She has a fondness for flaxseed & multigrain chips from Trader Joes, as well as pine needles, and dried leaves. She is an excellent rose pruner, sticking to yellow and dry leaves, and long runners. And she rarely, very rarely, speaks. Her roommate and lifetime companion, Ada Lovelace Goat, speaks almost incessantly. Ada adores most any food, greeting vistors, head-butting, and making regular announcements on any happenings around the garden. When Tasha has something to say, her higher, more plaintive voice stands out, and brings me running, and this happens only a couple of times a year. They endeared themselves to us, and all of our friends, right from the start. And I am tempted to add another. Every now and then someone asks, How long do goats live? And it makes me whince, a cloud descends on my heart, because I know they don't live forever. And! Goats are herd animals, and one goat without her companion would be too heartbreaking... then what will I do? These are questions I have not resolved, questions that trouble me. A nice thing about goats is how much they ease my troubles, and set me right. I love to sit with them... they calm me, make me smile. Tasha is so serene, but maybe you'll want to turn down the volume! The chickens are making a racket, pecking industriously at the pie pan that holds their breakfast!
Friday, February 05, 2021
We never have to endure any particular season for too long. If winter is bearing down on us, it will pass in a day or three. Today spring has arrived, next week we could enjoy a day of summer, or perhaps we will have a week of fall-like rain and fog. Your guess is as good as mine. As I saw a blue sky and sunshine, I opened the bedroom window. I started a load of laundry with dresses that I can hang in the sun to dry. I gathered eggs, and peered at the veggie beds... one needs thinning, the other needs planting. And in the
car strip where we have fruit trees orchard I found fruit, and blossoms. Peaches and apples in bloom, limes and blood oranges ready to pick. Just now I have decided that we can make wishes on picked limes. My wish is that we can be together to pick peaches and apples, then make pies, and jams, and share in a picnic.
Tuesday, February 02, 2021
Groundhog Day is my holiday of choice for pure nonesense and delight. It's in my top three, or four, of days to celebrate. And the foremost thing I appreciate about it is how little is expected, planned, necessary, or warranted, so that whatever good or happy thing is accomplished is automatically attributed to the great prognosticator, the wise whistle pig, and we call it a Happy Groundhog Day! I've already read that Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, and we are due six more weeks of winter. That makes it official. I wish we could add rain to our own forecast. To satisfy my winter fantasies, I have been gazing and sighing over pictures and videos from friends in colder climes... madgefaces has been documenting the steady accumulation of snow at her home... everything looks frosted! And further north, lori.s.h. has been sharing her own view of a wonderland! Those mounds and drifts seem almost improbable! There is no snow in Ireland, where patchworkmomma lives and creates, but she posted about Imbolc... I love celebrations, traditions, lore, and sharing. like we did 8 years ago. Maybe, it's time I raise the bar a little, I considered, yesterday, while cleaning and reorganzing the sewing box that's been keeping me so busy these days. I agreed, with myself, not to start another project until I had things tidy, again, and while I worked, I thought about Groundhog Day decorations. We don't have any, and I am glad of it. I do not ever want to walk into a store and be assualted by the sight of plastic groudnhog dolls, ornaments, paper plates and cups, by groundhog balloons, banners, and boxed candies. Groundhog Day (I declare) is strictly handmade, homemade, zero-waste, nature inspired, it's a re-think, re-use, recycle event, with no call for anything fancier than pancakes for dinner, a pinecone on the dining table, a nature walk, or a nature video, and maybe, maybe a few things I can whip up, just for fun.
Monday, February 01, 2021
Our last campfire night feels ages ago, then we had stormy weather, and that kept everyone home, and dry. This weekend was a gift... of finer weather, friends, and doing stuff. What a welcome little flurry of activities, and moments. the pleasure and success of making the first little purse, I started a second one, again with no plan, or strategy. Red floss made me think of Mars, and the red planet made me think of the Moon, and stars, and then I was filled with gratitude for all of the star gazing, and sky watching I've enjoyed since last summer, culminating in the Great Convergance, and Solstice, Oh! Now I realize I should have stitched some shooting stars, too! I stitched Jupiter and three of its moons, Saturn, then I added a lining. skills and resources to rely on, and to share. I am far from glossing over the injustice and deep tragedies that have transpired, but I cannot let hate and ignorance, grief and loss, take away all joy. I don't want to throw all of the year on the fire, as though nothing good happened or came of the struggle. I had a Solar System to look up to, and stars to count.