These August mornings have been cool, so Flo has been joining Minnie on the backporch to sleep in the early sunshine. Minnie’s always in my Rapunzel Chair and Flo prefers the top of the old crate.
I had a few requests from people to make my Yoni Tree fabric painting into a poster.
So yesterday asked artist and graphic designer, Sara Kelly to help me with the dimensions and to figure out if I needed a border. She sent me back this pdf and it seems it’s just the right size, as it is, for a 11×17″ poster.
So I put an order in for 30 posters with A&M Printers (our local printing company) and when I get them back I’ll be selling them in my Etsy Shop. Unless prices have gone up they’ll be $20 including shipping, just like my Show Your Soul and I Am Enough Posters.
You can see and read more about my Yoni Tree fabric painting here.
After making four more potholders using up all the illustrations in the from the fabric book that Cindy gave me, I started making a pillow.
Just yesterday, I got a package of fabric from Fran, all the way from Canada, with two more insect coasters in them. The same coasters I used to make my Flying Free quilt. I had a few more squares of striped fabric that Hannah sent me and enough of the blue iridescent fabric left to make a pillow.
Tomorrow I’ll use the green silk to make a edge around the pillow. I know it will drape nicely.
I’m not completely certain, but I think the insect in the pillow is a Katydid.
I hope to finish the pillow tomorrow then will be selling it.
I’m spending the day making potholders using the images from the old cloth book that Cindy gave me.
The name of the book is Baby Pets and it has about four pages with pictures of animals in it. The illustrations look like they’re from the 1950’s or 60’s.
I designed 10 so far, but plan on making more using the rest of the images. Then I’ll make them into potholders.
I’m not very good at remembering dates, but I do remember the seasons and flowers that were blooming at certain events in my life.
I know my dog Lestat, who I got when I was 19 years old, died in the early summer because I planted blooming Lupines on his grave. When I see the primroses in the front yard bloom, it reminds me that it’s the time of year that Jon had his open heart surgery. I know our Boston Terrier, Gus, died in the late winter or early spring because the ground was still frozen and we had to wait to month or so to bury him. And I know Frieda died when it was warm enough out for leaves to be on the trees, because I remember how green the woods were when I scattered her ashes there.
This morning I saw the Naked Ladies had bloomed.
These lilies, which I had never seen until we moved to the farm, are just a bunch of bushy leaves in the spring, then disappear till one day, in late summer, they pop up out of the ground, their pinkish/purple flower reaching for the sky, with hints of blue and yellow, on a naked stem.
I aways think of them as “old” flowers. The ones that survive untended, like iris and peony.
Now the blooming Naked Ladies, will always remind me of when Red died. A good flower for Red, beautiful and dependable, old souls of the garden.
I got Jon three pairs of socks for his birthday, all with book themes, from Battenkill Books. The pink ones he’s wearing today have little typewriters on them.
I love that Jon has added fun, colorful socks to his otherwise, blue “workman’s” uniform of jeans, chambray shirt and red suspenders. He’s gotten more creative with is hats in the past few years too.
I think I’m a good fashion influence on him.
It’s the second brood of Barn Swallow babies. I’ve seen the poop under the nests, but this is first time I’ve seen the babies before they flew the coop.
I found a lot of dead baby birds, in he beginning of the summer, but none with this second hatching. I hope to see these birds flying around soon.
Jon and I were in the house when we heard the strange loud noise. It was like a big metal garage door opening. I went out to see what it was and found half of the outer layer of firewood had fallen from the stack.
First thing I did was make sure the cats were on the porch, thinking that maybe one of them had tried to climb up the wood to get to the beds in the attic of the woodshed. But they were both on the porch, the woodshed is probably too hot for them this time of year.
So I rethought my stacking and came up with another idea of how to even out the uneven spaces that were probably responsible for the wood falling.
Before I got to restack the wood, Greg Burch came with another cord. And it turned out it was good he did, because it as easier to do it all at once.
It was more fun stacking the wood this way, and it took a lot longer. But (I’m knocking on wood as I write this) this time I think I did a really good job.
I took a sloppy bricklayers approach by stacking the wood in opposite directions making sure to interlock the ends with the middle. I also made the stack lean back into the wood behind it, not go straight up.
So I have my fingers crossed.
I still have to clean up all the kindling scraps and I’d like to cut up the branch that fell from the maple tree and add it to the pile. Then I’ll throw a tarp over the top of the stack.
The last cord that Greg delivered, makes seven total, which should be enough to get us through the winter.
It’s not a sad podcast, it’s really just Jon and me talking about Red and our feelings now that he gone.
Thanks for listening!