Five (or Six) Senses Friday

FSF is a weekly ritual of sensual reflection. Play along if you wish, in the comments or link to your own blog. What is striking your senses this week?



Tasting:  Fresh green garlic. I thinned a few plants out of the garlic bed and chopped them up, greens and all and added them to cubed sweet potatoes for roasting. Perfect.

Touching: Roots and thorns and tender leaves. Transplanting is the word of the day week month.


Smelling: Lilacs, lilacs everywhere. Dizzying, really.

Hearing: Night creatures. The sounds that disappear from November through May have returned to lull me to sleep.

Seeing: The miracle of wood bending and not breaking. So much wind this week.

Feeling: Frustrated. Disappointed with the results of my job search, so far. I know it takes time and perseverance, so yeah…carrying on and all that. Hot cocoa cure tonight.


Oh, and I’ve also been here this week.

And here.

Growing, growing is the topic on Luminous and Literary Traces this week. Enjoy.


In which I also play with fiber…

In the sunshine, even!



It may be a little while before this happens again, as we’re headed into a cooler, wetter spell of weather, but I was pretty darn pleased with the Spring-sweet colors that resulted. In fact, I probably won’t turn on a dye pan again until Fall…why bother when I can have rainbows under glass on the deck railing?

I promised some updates, and they’re coming, throughout the weekend. Here’s one for tonight:


Click on the pic for a link to the listing.

Back to FSF (Five Senses Friday) next week!

Oh, and I am also here today.


Enjoy, and happy Friday!



Sixteen: 52


 the 52 project.
Portraits of my main squeezes, every week.

O, this week you…

…waited patiently, and not so patiently, for me to get better.

…did not come down with it. This is a beautiful thing.

C, this week you…

…took such good care of me, even though you had only just recovered. You drank the fire tonic that my stomach couldn’t handle and I watched you get better while I drifted further into fever-land.

We’re all better now, today I really feel it. So, running clothes on, I’m going out to bathe in the healing light of Spring sunshine. I may not actually run this morning, but I could surprise myself. The human body loves to make a good comeback.

So, in the spirit of easing gently back into the pace of things, here are my loves together. Nonna and Nonno were here all that week before our collapse into the clutches of Strep A, and we took a most delightful trip to The Book Mill. We had a pretty hilarious lunch and enjoyed an afternoon playing around in western MA. I have more to share about that, but in a near-future post.

I have two days left to prepare for the Wild and Woolly Weekend in Proctorsville, VT and then the following day I’ll be shipping my remaining inventory to Clover Hill Yarn Shop, where the lovely Jolene will be taking my wares for consignment at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival. A few new things I have had up my sleeve will have to wait, as I lost five important days of production time to bacteria. Oh, well. Spilled milk. Moving on.

Oh, and I managed a Literary Traces post yesterday…a little thing about coming through the funk and breathing in a new day.


Nine: 52





the 52 project
Portraits of my main squeezes, every Sunday.


O, this week you…

…had major insomnia, which was hard on all of us. Let’s get back to making that Bedtime Tea, okay buddy?

…learned how to crochet and are working on a super-secret project for someone special. I was amazed at how quickly you picked it up. You proclaim to “hate” knitting, but when I told you about the sculptural possibilities of freeform crochet, you were intrigued.

…helped Papa tap more of the maple trees. You love sticking your tongue under the spile and catching the first drops of sap before he places the bucket. I gave you a cupful to drink and you practically swooned with delight.


C, this week you…

…might totally hate this picture, but I totally love it. A little family walk up the road turned into the best snowball fight ever. We had so much ridiculous fun and you, sir, are adorable. O is behind that tree and just pegged you. Ha!

…made grand plans for brewing some maple sap beer. Fingers crossed for an abundant sugaring season!

Egg Play, Wool Play and a Stern Muppet

I happened upon this by way of a dear friend, and as I was too late to sign up for class, decided to give the project a little love on my own.

I have a favorite:

This weekend was full of Dyepots and Treadling, Labyrinth Walking and Mama Cow Avoidance (why must the baby cows stand right in the middle of the hikers’ path?) and Lovely Statements Out of Nowhere like, “Mama, my hat is backwards so we can kiss.”

Dreadlocks from the Dyepot:

In other news, C has been feeling a little grumpy and broken (today it was smashing his knee with a sledge hammer). He looked in the mirror and told me he feels like some variety of “stern muppet.” Like Bert, perhaps. And now, of course, I can’t stop myself from superimposing Bert onto C and chuckling a bit to myself, but he is taking this growly and frustrated thing a bit to heart. I intend to kidnap him next weekend for some much needed family time. As in, just the three of us for a day. A whole day. No projects involving potentially dangerous tools. No interruptions and background noise. No wishing we were somewhere else. Just a day to appreciate that we have each other and how much that really means and what a comfort it is, even with our life still in boxes and so many big decisions looming, waiting…so easy, it is, to forget that we are both here, working toward the same goals, working through the same fears and that we are available to support each other. Waves, sand and stone may help bring it all in…