Tuesday, January 31, 2023
Random Thoughts at the End of January
Thursday, January 26, 2023
Pockets of Coziness
I started a hand sewing project - a Japanese rice bag, komebukuro. First I pieced scraps of linen and cotton and now I'm adding patches and hand stitching similar to sashiko. It's coming along nicely, but I'm in no hurry as I poke the needle down and pull it up, stitch by stitch.
These are some of the pockets of coziness I'm finding in my home - how about you?
Friday, January 20, 2023
A Garden in Winter
Monday, January 16, 2023
Of Carrots and Walking by the Sea
I was at the nursery the other day and picked up some seeds - zinnias, poppies, snapdragons among others. At this point the colorful packets are merely inspirational, but I hope to start seeds indoors in a month or so. Meanwhile, the viburnum is blooming, and spikey bulb leaves are poking upwards in places, giving hints of blooms to follow.
This morning's sky was pink in the east and now, a few hours later, a wide stripe of pale blue is sandwiched between thin cloud layers, boding for a pleasant day for an afternoon walk.
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
Of Thinking Ahead, Reading, and Hyacinths
Back in November I had a cold and a cough that persisted for a couple of weeks. I tested negative for the C-virus, but since then my sense of smell is greatly diminished and I often smell odd scents, like exhaust. Negative tests are notoriously unreliable and my conclusion is that I did have a very mild case of the virus.
Blue and white, light, and fresh green growing things have always attracted my eye. Hyacinths, with their glorious scent, are some of my favourite spring flowers, but with my sniffer being out of whack, I am sad that I cannot smell them at all unless I bury my nose in the blooms. Odd, no? I hope my sense of smell returns soon. One advantage is that I can chop onions without my eyes tearing up!
This has been a rather scattered post, and I'll stop here to prevent further blathering.
Thursday, January 05, 2023
Five on Friday: Reveling in Quiet
|Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
|It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, |
as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from old trees,
that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Robert Louis Stevenson
|The days are short. The sun a spark hung thin between the dark and dark. |
Sunday, January 01, 2023
Another Year Begins
Two different ferry rides, one to the mainland, and one returning home. What a difference in colour! We enjoyed a good visit with my parents and dinner with all of my siblings.
We arrived home yesterday afternoon, went for a walk with friends, and spent a quiet evening with just the two of us. We went to bed before midnight, but fireworks kept me from sleeping so I got out of bed and watched the fireworks taking place downtown from my bedroom window. They rose high in the air, exploding light in beautiful colour.
I wish for you all a year filled with love and joy, and a deepening sense of who you are and of your place in this world. Happy 2023!
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