Yarn Along – Yarn and Garden

yarnalong_gsheller_grayOn Wednesday’s knitters go to Ginny’s to share all the wonderful projects being worked on, finished, frogged, cried over, and learned from. They also tell what they are reading and a little of the storyline or provoking thoughts. I think it is great. So many books, knitting ideas and hints on how to make knitting more enjoyable.

May 1 scrap jar 004April’s Scrap jar,
not many yarn ends,
but a lot of crocheting and knitting was going on.
If you look close you can see
how the Farmer has been spending his time,
3 1/2 -75ft long rows of tomatoes
and assorted peppers, bells and hot.
Broccoli and cauliflower planed under the grape vines.
Raspberries, blackberries and boysenberries growing like mad
behind the grapes

 April 27 brittany 003Brittany’s granny square is finished
and wrapped around ‘sweet one’.

Over half of the 500+ stitches is bound off –
soon Miss Shirley’s shawl will go home.
I’m not sure when blocking pictures will post,
I’ll be out of town next Wednesday.

Shhhhhh, I know it is a quilt. . .
April 28 quilt 001 One step closer to being completed.
One side of the binding machine sewn on,
I’ll turn and hand sew the other side Thursday.

April 28 quilt 002That is if I can get Grissabel
to give up her napping bed for a couple hours.

I finished listen to Cold Truth by Mariah Stewart,
an easy to listen to mystery.
Today I’ll start Mr. Penumbra’s 24 hour Bookstoree
by Robin Sloan, today.

Aren’t we enjoying spring!
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May 1, Today’s thought – There is a Tree

aug 11 005This is an oak, not a juniper.
It is large and strong and steadfast and alive..

Good Morning

Today is the Farmer’s birthday. He is 72.
We have been together 45 years.
Usually when I read this I think of lasting love.
Today I know it describes the Farmer,
his strength, his dependability
and, yes, his love.

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. Psalm 1:3

“There is a tree. At the downhill edge of a long, narrow field in the western foothills of the La Sal Mountains — southeastern Utah. A particular tree. A juniper. Large for its species — maybe twenty feet tall and two feet in diameter. For perhaps three hundred years this tree has stood its ground. Flourishing in good seasons, and holding on in bad times. “Beautiful” is not a word that comes to mind when one first sees it. No naturalist would photograph it as exemplary of its kind. Twisted by wind, split and charred by lightning, scarred by brushfires, chewed on by insects, and pecked by birds. Human beings have stripped long strings of bark from its trunk, stapled barbed wire to it in using it as a corner post for a fence line, and nailed signs on it on three sides: NO HUNTING; NO TRESPASSING; PLEASE CLOSE THE GATE. In commandeering this tree as a corner stake for claims of rights and property, miners and ranchers have hacked signs and symbols in its bark, and left Day-Glo orange survey tape tied to its branches. Now it serves as one side of a gate between an alfalfa field and open range. No matter what, in drought, flood heat and cold, it has continued. There is rot and death in it near the ground. But at the greening tips of its upper branches and in its berrylike seed cones, there is yet the outreach of life.

I respect this old juniper tree. For its age, yes. And for its steadfastness in taking whatever is thrown at it. That it has been useful in a practical way beyond itself counts for much, as well. Most of all, I admire its capacity for self-healing beyond all accidents and assaults. There is a will in it — toward continuing to be, come what may.”
― Robert Fulghum, Uh-oh – Some Observations From Both Sides Of The Refrigerator Door

I am thankful for the Farmer . . . Everyday
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie

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