Yesterday I found my pony palm is busy reproducing, new stems emerging from the parent bulb.
And the light just striking right, found a spiderweb construction traveling all over the ficus plant.
Hard to see here, but spinnerets thrown from branch to branch all over. I was sorry to remove it, but I'm not sure it's good for the tree to be stifled by webs.
So much goes on in this household of one which I don't know about.
And today Krista Tippett came through yet again with thoughtful newsletter including the poetry section.
Padraig O'Tuama muses on Laura Villarreal's poem, here's the opening
She goes on to say how she takes care of her worries, mothers them, though they're unconcerned with her caring. And the commentator points out
This is very much along the same lines as William Cooper in Scenes from Married Life where his main character reflects that we tend to get attached to our worries and might be lost without them.
And that in turn reminds me, when I keep seeing subjects for sermons everywhere, of the Rector, Mark Ainger, in Barbara Pym's A Few Green Leaves, thinks sadly that his middle aged parish workers can come up with much better sermon ideas than he can.
All this is just musing as I consider options for the time and sharing I spend on Twitter which now seems to be on life support. I'm pretty sure I can find plenty of interesting thinking without it.
Meanwhile, chop wood carry water, I made a couple of easy quiches yesterday , with some of Gary's harvest plus mushrooms. These will freeze in slices for handy small meals when I don't know what to eat.
Mending 's on the agenda today,
and I made sure it will happen by finding the necessary bits yesterday and putting them out. That's usually the obstacle to getting small stuff done.
But, best of all, here's a couple of beauties from yesterday's knitting group
See the leather tag, the boutique touch?
And prepare for cute overload here, owner due to arrive in a couple of weeks
That seems more significant than anything I've been thinking about.
Happy day everyone, consider what we'd do if our worries were resolved, hmm.
Liz Adams, four-selvedge saori woven tapestry, public collection of Mercer County,
The handicrafts are great... cute the little hat - Christmas time in sight -
ReplyDeleteand the baby shoes are wonderful.
I especially like the woven image.
Freeze Quiche Lorraine! Good idea!
I have cinnamon rolls in the oven, I'll have them with my coffee :-)))
Many greetings to you from Viola.
Cinnamon rolls, hmmm. Thank you for the kind words about my tapestry.
DeleteOverload of cute indeed. Great work at the knitting group!
ReplyDeletePretty tapestry, and I love the stripey hat. I'm sure your ficus picked up some cobwebby creature during its summer season outdoors. Outside time helps eliminate some plant pests but it definitely invites other critters to take up residence!
ReplyDeleteThis year I haven't found little frogs and toads in the house, though. I often do.
DeleteIt's hard when worries transcend into anxieties - a rather difficult balancing act for many of us, particularly with the current world happenings. Lovely to see knitting for a wee one who is our hope for the future but one tends to wonder just what sort of future we will be sharing with the new generation.
ReplyDeleteInteresting to see the pony palm base - I've seen the plant in pictures but didn't realize the root structure was so interesting.
I like the addition of the leather tab on that hat....hmmmm.....wonder if I have any leather still lurking in my stash......
That tab is a great finishing touch.
DeleteI just had to stand on my desk so I could check my collection of Barbara Pym novels. That must have been one I borrowed from the library. I think I might have to re-read one.
ReplyDeleteI think you'd like A Few Green Leaves. I own my Pyms because I reread them so much.
DeleteI don’t have any plants in the house. Although I love the greenery. I do have one plastic palm thingy tucked into a corner. We get so many spiderwebs and now my eyesight is going I just don’t see them.
ReplyDeleteBut if I can’t see them I don’t worry about them. And that’s how I tend to deal with worries now days. Out of sight out of mind. It’s helped my anxiety levels immensely
Physical labor every day this week does not leave me any energy for worrying.
ReplyDeleteWell that spider had a fine time for a while! :) I like your weaving, and just today I was pondering my "new adventure 2023" and weaving was the first thing that came to mind.
ReplyDeleteGo for it! If you're short of space (!) you can create a small tabletop or hand-held loom to work on. There's so much you can try!
DeletePlenty of good food to keep you going
ReplyDeleteAlways a good thing! Especially when you just don't feel like cooking.
DeleteI use TW to follow certain newsy guys although mostly sports in my case. I am not happy with the Musk takeover. We shall see what happens.
ReplyDeleteI avoid the news and watch only when I have been unobserving for a few days. Hubby watches it for hours! lovely crafts and reminding me I have to get busy for Christmas.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that "My Worries Have Worries" poem. I like the idea of mothering the worries to help defuse them. It's like sitting with anger or sorrow rather than pushing it away.
ReplyDeleteGlad your doctor visit went well. I have yet to lose a sibling (I have two), cannot imagine what it's like to be the sole remaining one. Chop wood, carry water - and sit with the emotions that may sweep over you at times.
Chris from Boise
Thank you for a consoling and perceptive comment, Chris, so welcome right now.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely adore the Dr. Seuss hat. And the baby booties are darling but how well I remember even the newest babies kicking off the knitted-with-love booties. My mother was a master at knitting garments for babies.
ReplyDeleteI know for a fact that if all of my worries were resolved, I would have enough new ones in a second to replace them all. I so wish this was not my nature.
These booties claim to stay on! We'll see!
ReplyDeleteI think there will always be plenty of worries waiting for a place in our monkey minds, yes. It seems to be a given.