Hello friends! I had some trouble getting this posted. Maybe this will work?
Just popping in to remind us that celebration does not require a party store or an invitation. Catching my breath after a challenging week, I dipped into ancient traditions and took a time out to wander the meadow with my gathering basket. Happy Midsommar to those of you north of the equator! Enjoy the light!
My June planner spread
Photo credit: Batman
Photo credit: Batman
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”-Henry David Thoreau
Well friends, what a few weeks it’s been.
I offer you lots of pictures here on this post, hoping that you might enjoy taking a peek into the beauty here in the Green Mountain State.
Doug, Ra, Batman and I had a few days together here in Vermont and we felt the need for some restoration. We pulled on our walking shoes, grabbed our water bottles and headed out to explore a few bogs. We visited Eshqua bog in Hartland. We were a bit early for the spectacular showing we saw four years ago, posted here. I may go back this week to check things out. We also hiked the Chickering Bog Natural Area in Plainfield. We spotted lady slippers, blooming pitcher plants, ferns, fungi, mushrooms, birds and carpets of forget-me-nots. There were occasional rain sprinkles and lots of mosquitoes, but the magic and beauty and sanctuary of the woods made up for those distractions. We also visited VINS, the Vermont Institute of Natural Science in Quechee, where we did the Forest Canopy Walk which blew my mind. I am someone who sometimes has trouble with being in high places, but I took my time and did a bunch of deep breathing and I was rewarded with the most extraordinary views from the top.
Thank goodness for preserved swaths of land and the sanctuary they provide.
And just for fun…I was in the children’s library the other day and found this amazing “magnetic poetry” at the circulation desk. Brilliant, shining light.
I hope you are finding shelter from the storms that are sweeping through our nation. Kindred spirits are coming out of the woodwork, may we find comfort in our growing voice. Be strong, be clear sighted and rest when you need to dearest ones.
Drop a comment and let us know how you are doing…
With love, me
As the crabapple and lilac blossoms confetti themselves on the lawn, the lupin step up to steal the show. I have tried over the years to be like Miss Rumphius and scatter their seeds in the meadow. Sadly, they are reluctant to spread into swaths of color like we see in the median strip of I-89 on the way to Montpelier.
When some of us went to Susan‘s house to play Mahjong on Tuesday (on her screened porch!), I could not resist taking a photo of the lupins her daughter-in-law brought by. Such elegant beauty from a wildflower!
The Rowan tree is blooming by the front door, the ferns are strutting their stuff under the crabapple and the lobelia greet us on the porch post. Spring was late and then enthusiastic this year!
Our forget-me-nots remind me of so many dear friends and family, near and far and gone altogether. I think before they fade I will make a list of my beloveds. I’ll light a candle, take a few deep breaths and let the names flow. Mother Nature can be such a minister sometimes.
I’ve been inspired by the wonderful Sara Buscaglia and her weekly quilt block tutorials. I cannot show my squares to you yet because someone is turning three this summer and needs a quilt for her “big girl bed” before the snow flies. It’s turning out to be a real joy to work on this project.
Kale, spinach, lettuce and parsley from the hoop house, where I go for my drive-thru lunches these days.
It’s finally going to get hot here in the next few days, and so this morning I went out to gather things to cook up before the heat makes the kitchen an un-fun place to be. The gathering basket was made by my beloved Franny, so her spirit went out to collect things, too.
This morning I made
A batch of yogurt
A jug of black current iced tea
A jar of stewed rhubarb to go on the yogurt from this cookbook
A pitcher of rhubarb rose infusion from this cookbook
A batch of miso-curry delicata squash from this cookbook
Things that are filling my heart
Insight Timer’s free Mid-Year Reset Challenge, which I prefer to think of as an invitation. You may need to download the app to your phone.
Liz Lamoreux’s Five Things workshop, here.
Learnings I took away from the Vermont Library Associations Annual Conference that I attended a few weeks back. The theme was Rooted in Community, and we all got seed packets of Gilfeather Turnip seeds. Read about why the turnips are special here. AND, one of the keynote speakers was Hannah Miller and she spoke about her quest to knit in every public library in Vermont. Merciful heavens, she was absolutely fabulous. Such radiance, such integrity, such fun. You can find her here.
A few weeks ago one of my very best college friends found her way to Vermont for a family celebration. We had not seen one another since 1978. I was allowed to “ kidnap” Ann for a day and it was such a joy to hear her laugh again, to catch up on our lives and to just be in one another’s presence. Like other Earlham friends Tracy, Carolyn and Martha, I feel so lucky that they have all made the trek to our “bit of earth”, and broken bread with Batman and I. I have cherished my time with them.
My friend Anne Butera has finally found her place in the country. Much like Batman and I, it took Anne and Matthias a l-o-n-g time to find their spot, but hip hip hooray, they’ve done it! Joy abounds! Read about the excitement via her newsletter, subscribe here.
And welcome to new subscribers to sewandsowlife Linda and Gwen.
And thank you so very much for all of your comments on my last post, I recently answered them over on that post.
For so many reasons I am no longer “churched”. One of the things I miss is singing hymns. You can listen to The Sweet June Days here. It’s a beauty.
Well dearest readers, I wish each of you could sit on the porch and sip rhubarb rose infusion with me. We could listen to the birds sing their tiny little hearts out. We could sniff the last of the fading lilacs and swoon at their scent. We could talk about our fears and our dreams and we could feel connected in real time. For now, let this little blog post be a golden thread that sews me to you.
love, light, hope…all for you.
(Forgive me dearest readers, I tried to edit this post a bit and ended up changing the format. I don’t know how to get it back to normal…I hope you’ll enjoy it in any case. )
Hello friends. Last year’s stitch book was such fun. And this year’s felt so much more challenging for me. I honestly feel like our world is being turned upside down over and over again and it’s freaking disconcerting! So, this book took longer than 100 days. The work stretched out to accommodate my restlessness, my lack of focus, my ennui. The book feels a bit choppy and not cohesive as a body of work. But it’s done and I’m happy about that. (You’ll notice a few themes from last year reflected in this year’s book.)
+++you can find all the info about the project at Ann Wood’s website here. Ann is such an inspiring stitcher!+++
As I began the work, I had been looking a book inspired by Pete Seeger’s song Oh, Had I a Golden Thread. The book, written by Colin Meloy and illustrated by Nikki McKlure pays tribute to a man who changed the world with song. In contrast, there’s a man who is changing the world with an obsession with gold. The tackier, the better. As I stitched this book, I held that sharp contrast close to my heart and imagined all of us bound by golden thread, one to another, making us stronger and braver.
This (above) is the front cover of my 2025 book. A dove, the sun (dyed with homegrown tansy) and some sturdy trees.
Stitched with bits from my stash, including fabric dyed with fresh indigo, acorns and birch catkins.
More scraps. Left, Liberty of London floral with reverse appliquéd hankie and some vintage buttons. Right, linen and cotton.
Left, cotton dyed with madder root from our gardens, shibori resist. Right, commercial fabrics and brown swatch dyed with Black Hopi Sunflower on cotton. I’ll let you interpret this juxtaposition…
Left, background of page, tansy dyed. Various commercial fabrics and golden beads. Right, background of page, madder root dyed. Many little bits of treasured garment scraps.
Left, tansy dyed background, with appliquéd radishes from Anne Butera’s Spoonflower shop. Right, screen printed and beaded patch crafted by my daughter Gretta.
Left, fresh indigo dyed linen, with scraps from various projects. Right, three fresh indigo dyed patches (different batches, different years) and vintage buttons.
On the right, a page inspired by my daughter Hannah. Background page is dyed, using clothespins to create resist.
Left, page using scraps from my son Stewart’s college quilt. Right, page made with scraps from my daughter Lindsey’s college quilt. They overlapped at Earlham College by two years, and I love that these two pages share a spread in the book.
Oh, indigo. How I love thee. Left, raw silk dyed...turquoise…with fresh indigo from our gardens. Reverse appliqué. Right, Black Hopi Sunflower dyed background. Fresh indigo leaf pigment transferred using Japanese method of Tataki zomé.
Back cover. Leaf carved and printed with a bit of linoleum. Wooden buttons from my stash.
AND NOW FOR A SPECIAL TREAT! Some of my readers have generously shared photos of the work on their books. I am so grateful for their willingness to send their photos along so that we can all see the variety of ways to approach this project.
Kathleen Doenier sent her pics all the way from Wisconsin. I love the way she used frayed edges for waves! And such genius to use pinking shears to do some of the cutting. And I love the way the birds are mirror images, but not exactly. So creative!
My friend Ellen lives just over the ridge from me. I love how she used reverse appliqué to create portals…for ants and for a pastoral view. The moon and stars over the little red farmhouse…so quintessentially Vermont!
Thank you to both Kathleen and Ellen for allowing me to share their work here!
I’d like to welcome my friend dawn as my newest subscriber. A former colleague, dawn has moved away from the area, and I’m so glad she found us here.
Much to catch you up on, friends, but I wanted to get this post out to you today. I’ll be back soon. Keep on stitching, reading, speaking up, pushing back and all the other things that bring you joy, courage and hope!
with so much love and light, me.
Our serviceberries are in bloom! How many times have I referred to The Serviceberry, Abundance and Reciprocity in the Natural World? So many times! This book becomes dearer to me as the days roll along. Robin Wall Kimmerer’s timing with this book was a gift to all of us as we struggle to find new ways to move forward in our upside down world.
“In the spirit of the reciprocal economy, you might consider how you can reciprocate the gifts of the Earth in your own way. Whatever your currency of reciprocity—be it money, time, energy, political action, restoration, acts of care, large and small—all are needed in these urgent times.”
When I was recently in Portland, OR and whiling away the hours at Powell’s, a used book caught my eye…I’m guessing it was the beautiful photography. Simply Living Well, a guide to creating a natural, low-waste home, by Julia Watkins came home to Vermont with me. As I try to get more plastics out of my shopping cart, this book offers oodles of ways to do just that. As I use up store purchased supplies, I intend to replace them with some of Julia’s suggestions. I’ll keep you posted on my progress.
All the Beauty in the World, by Patrick Bringley, our book group’s selection for May was one of the most wonderful books I’ve read in a while. Written by a man with a wounded heart, it’s the story of his healing while working as a guard at The Metropolitan Museum of Art. The book has links to follow, connecting the artwork mentioned to the museum website using accession numbers. This little book is a treasure, to be read in small, quiet moments.
In contrast, Carson Ellis’ newest book is a fun romp into nostalgia. In One Week in January, Carson documents in word and pictures, an old diary she kept back in 2001, before she and Colin Meloy were “an item”. It’s an odd little peek into the beginnings of their creative lives and the illustrations are fun.
June’s selection for our book group’s needed to be shortish and fun. June is a wild month for our bunch, with two of our members retiring from long careers as elementary school teachers. June is a month of “time crunch” here in Vermont, with celebrations, gardening, yard sales and all things outdoorsy. So, after a very funny conversation, with many books suggested, we decided to give Miss Benson’s Beetle a try, written by Rachel Joyce. And we’ve got our next round of voting for the next six months of book selections underway.
And last, but not least in all things “bookish”, have you seen the amazing film of the Johnson Public Library being moved, quite literally, to higher ground? Check it out here! Watching this film may end up being the best part of your day. Seriously.
What have you been reading?
I have a younger friend who just finished a program run by Emerge Vermont, and I went up to Montpelier to attend her graduation celebration on Thursday night. Emerge Vermont “recruits, trains, and provides a powerful network to Democratic women who want to run for office.” I met Becky years ago at the Vermont Modern Quilters Guild, and I can’t wait to see how she will bring her skills as a quilt maker to create a powerful patchwork/network to her mission in the world. Hooray for the next generation, working their way into newer ways to build a stronger democracy!
The very next day I attended an Arts and Humanities Town Hall at the Chandler Center for the Arts in downtown Randolph. Promoted as an “Arts and humanities conversation and call to action”, it was hosted by Vermont Congresswoman Becca Balint, and her friend Senator Peter Welch dropped by, too. There were others who joined them on the stage, including community arts and humanities leaders from around the state. Authoritarians go after free speech first, which includes artists, journalists, poets, libraries and others who hold up truth to power. We were both sobered and also inspired by what our delegation shared with us. Standing up, standing firm and standing together will be our superpower, friends!
This page from my 100 days of stitching is an homage to our Hannah, third born Reed, the “cruise director” and “encourager in chief” of our gang.
This page pairs well with a “chaos” page, which you’ll see in my next post. :-)
This page was done with reverse appliqué, using raw silk dyed with indigo grown here in our gardens. The gold thread continues to weave itself through the pages of my book.
I finished stitching my book and will show you the whole production soon. In the meantime, I INVITE MY READERS TO SHARE THEIR WORK ON THEIR BOOKS WITH ME, so that I might share some of it here. Here’s how. Send me up to three jpegs of your work by next Tuesday, May 20th, 2025. I have no idea what sort of response I’ll get, so I’m not sure how I’ll set things up on a blog post, but I can’t wait to see if I get any submissions. (Don’t be shy).
Have you seen that Sara at Farm and Folk is offering a free sew along? Check out her blog (this post is especially pretty) to get details. If you have been thinking of dipping your toes into piecing quilt squares, this is a great opportunity! Sara’s work is beautiful and her commitment to growing and dyeing her own colors is inspirational.
Our neighborhood has turned bonkers green and folks are grinning from ear to ear. We Vermonters wait a long time to see things sprouting after our long winters. Our farmer’s markets are open for business and garden centers are full of color. I’m holding my breath for the lilacs to bloom.
This has been a long post, so I will wrap up for now. I would like to welcome my newest subscriber, Juliet. Hello!
Please, please, please dearest readers… do not despair. I know it’s easy to feel the weight of things these days. But there is still so much goodness in the world, and other folks who are standing tall along with all of us…
Sending light, love and hope your way, as ever. XO
Cistus Design Nursery in Multnomah County, OR
Portland Japanese Garden, special exhibit, Natural Patterns: Katazome Stencil Dyeing, by Karen Illman (Please ignore the reflection of the museum shop in the pair of Noren.)
(Perhaps you would enjoy reading this story on BBC: World News and Stories…Japan’s 97-year-old cherry blossom guardian.)
(And I recommend this gorgeous YouTube film, How Bamboo Becomes a Traditional Chinese Umbrella.)
Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens, Portland, OR
Old Portland Hardware and Architectural.
We strolled on timber lumbering roads, we explored an obscure and abandoned botanical garden, we drove over bridges…into Washington State to see the burn scars along the Columbia River. I roamed Powell’s Books for hours. We found a few items we could not live without at Bolt. We sat at the kitchen table and played with vintage color cards. We visited with friends, dined with others and had a house tour of a recently purchased bungalow, perched on a hilltop. We visited the local feed store more than once, (because you need plants and soil and cat food in the greening month of May!) He worked a bit, I napped and read and drank tea on the deck, overlooking the industrial section of the Willamette River. Mount Hood and Mount St Helens made an appearance on the horizon when it was clear. The Steller’s Jays screeched for their shelled peanuts to be lined up on the deck railing.
Nearly each evening we walked around the neighborhood, with Goblin at our heels. (My beloved brother, his cat and their new quilt, above.)
All week long, bit by bit, my blood pressure dropped and my spirit was refilled. Enchantment is still possible, thank goodness.
More about books and stitching and such soon…
xo
Hello again!
I wanted to send this post along to you because it’s timely and I’m enthusiastic about the contents. All three links will stimulate your thinking and, I hope, bring you some hope and/or inspiration.
I grew up in Canton, MA. Next door to the house my dad grew up in, down the street from the house my grandma grew up in. Early American history has fascinated me, and if you’ve ever lived in New England, you know that local history is front and center.
Paul Revere’s copper mill was situated in Canton. I attended the Gridley School for first and second grade. My dad went there for grades 1-8. I attended the Revere School for 4th grade.
Batman and I were married in a Canton church with a belfry sheltering a bell forged by Paul Revere.
(My dad painted the scene above, with a bit of a chuckle. The bell ringer is standing by the bell rope, ready to call people to worship in our church in the 1700’s. But he’s checking his wrist watch.)
Tonight is the 250th anniversary of Paul Revere’s ride. Longfellow’s poem describing the ride can be read here.
Tomorrow is Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts, celebrating Revere’s ride. I can remember, years ago, being in Boston and having a re-enacter fly by me, cape flapping, horse’s hooves pounding on the cobblestones. “The British are coming!”, he hollered. It gave me goosebumps.
Heather Cox Richardson and Angus Cox recently had a wonderful conversation inspired by Revere’s ride. You can find it here.
The dreadful Oklahoma City bombing was carried out on another Patriot’s Day. This Story Corps piece aired this morning on npr, and it is remarkable.
And this piece has been making me think for days. Ezra Klein and Jonathan Haidt talk about smart phone usage. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
A late spring here in Vermont and the general state of the world has me dragging my butt. But these two morsels, waiting at the bottom of the stairs for breakfast remind me that we need to show up for one another. So here I am friends, a bit bedraggled and weary.
Last week was National Library Week and I hopped in with a posting on Front Porch Forum with a reminder of how we can support our public libraries. They are essential cornerstones of a healthy democracy. In the midst of reckless slashing of funds. I wrote to political leaders, letting them know how important inter-library loans are to us. I brought tulips to our librarians. I lit a candle one morning and sat with my gratitude for our vibrant, small, rural library and the many donors and volunteers who support it. I tried to show up for all of us who cherish it.
On another board I serve on, we recently reviewed and approved a new policy on what to do if ICE shows up at our Headstart classrooms. Sit with that for a minute. Yup. Brutal.
I try to keep sewandsowlife as a sanctuary for us. A place for book recommendations, sewing projects, some gardening and other gentle things. Because we need safe spaces to rest. But this morning I just really needed to document a few ways the real world seeps into everything these days. And I want to thank those of you who pulled on your courage along with your shoes and stepped out to protest a few weeks ago. I appreciate that you showed up for democracy. And to those of you who may be writing letters and post cards, and making phone calls…thank you. Thank you to any of you who are taking an active part in defending our precious democracy.
And now, for sweeter things…
The road grader has lumbered by this week, heralding the winding down of mud season. The freshly turned dirt smells like hope. Coltsfeet are blooming along the sides of the road, reminding me of Dorothy’s yellow brick road. The spring bulbs are blooming all over the neighborhood, popping up from the leaf litter here and there. Neighbors left a gorgeous handmade Pysanky egg nestled in a pot of tête-à-têtes on our porch. And more baby goats are due this week. Batman is chomping at the bit to participate in “clean up day” on Saturday at our local, public golf course. It’s rather helpful to notice and appreciate these things. :-)
The very first quilt I made is in need of some radical work to revive it from the past. How much do you love those early seventies prints, stripes and checks? I dreaded trimming the edges, but I wanted to reconfigure things and add a border, so trim I did. More soon.
Our 100 days of stitching is winding down. I’m thinking of how the pages of the fabric book will face one another, how to pair them. This detail is from a page I sewed with scraps of batiks from Lindsey’s college quilt and an assortment of dotted fabrics.
This page is stitched with a scrap of fabric brought to me by a friend who often visits family in India. I also used fabric hand-dyed with homegrown, indigo and Hopi Black Dye Sunflower seeds.
Do any of you have pages/books you might be willing to share here? Send me note via my “contact” page (here) if you’d be interested. I’d like to think of a way to share your work here sometime in May.
I listened to The Bookbinder, by Pip Williams. I like her The Dictionary of Lost Words better, but this was a good story, too. Companionable on another drive and back to MA.
Our book group discussed Familiaris, by David Wroblewski, which is a long tome. I did not make my way through, but others in our group loved it.
May’s book is All the Beauty in the World, by Patrick Bringley, the story of a guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I’m looking forward to reading it!
Onion and tomato seeds are percolating under the lights down in the utility room. The small chest freezer in the basement is emptying out. We still have garlic and onions from last summer, and a few aging beets. But we are definitely looking forward to a new growing season. Batman has come out of retirement for the third time (our kids rolled their eyes affectionately and said, “Oh, padre”), and will be working about thirty hours a week for the next 6-12 months, on a bit of a mission of mercy. He is showing up. He really is a super hero. So our team gardening will be done in the late afternoon/early evenings.
It’s almost time for drying laundry on the line (I see you Stacy!) And almost time to put the screens back in the windows. And almost time to swap the snow tires. And almost time to take the plow off the tractor.
So there is HOPE in the little things, friends. And HOPE in standing our ground and showing up. Let’s do it all, whatever we have energy for, wherever we can. Let’s show up. Again and again and again.
With gratitude for your presence here. For your care. For your Light.
-me
Here’s my vision board in my planner for April. There’s so much coming at us these days, it’s a good idea to discern our own priorities. It’s time to revisit our own strengths and nurture them, and indeed, share them where we can. I’m working on both the health of my physical heart and expanding my spiritual heart for the work ahead.
Paring down to the essentials feels good. Spring cleaning…with boxes staged to go to the thrift store, library sale, crafting resale shop and old eyeglass donations.
Revisiting old projects and getting them done.
Started in 2018, finished in 2025. :-) I’ll be hand delivering this to one of my favorite heart mates in a few weeks.
As I was trying to motivate and get back up to speed with my 100days of stitching project, I decided to make a page inspired by each of our four kids. I dug into the archives and found this swatch of fabric that Gretta block printed and beaded ages ago. I appliquéd it onto a page and did a bit of running stitch around the edges.
The next page was sewn with scraps from Stewart’s college quilt, 25 years ago! How can that be? Our first to leave the nest, I remember feeling so sentimental while I sewed his quilt. Used a bit of gold thread here too. Hannah’s and Lindsey’s pages are next in the queue.
This page is an homage to all things fluttery up here on the ridge. Pennants, prayer flags, clothes on the line. The answer is blowin’ in the wind. Let’s get out there and listen!
What melts a heart better than baby goats? I’m not really sure. These twin speckled girl babies (Faith and Grace) were safely delivered by Audrey a few weeks ago. We are so lucky to be right down the road from these kids.
BUT THEN…We were guessing Beatrix was carrying triplets, but she stunned all of us when she delivered FOUR BABIES in 15 minutes! The littlest one is tiny, but he is standing and nursing well at this point. Two more mamas are due later this month…So lovely to have things to look forward to.
The hoop house has been tidied up and Batman has planted some early greens in there. The red winged blackbirds have returned to the neighborhood, and we are keeping our eyes open for our favorite bluebirds. The crocus are blooming and the wild turkeys are strutting their stuff. There has been snow on the ground or in the air nearly every day up here, but the daylight meanders longer into the early evening hours and the sap keeps running. The dirt roads continue their cycles of mud, slush and frost heaves, but I’ve waved to the grader a few times and know this too shall pass.
Batman gifted me with a pussy willow tree years ago. Do you know the work of Swedish artist Elsa Beskow? I think of her portrait of a sweet catkin fairy whenever I go out to check on the buds. Hope. Right there in my hand.
Our extended family has really been challenged these past few months. Two visits to the ER, one complete with 8 sutures in the hand (watch that sourdough lame!) one trip to urgent care (be careful while climbing on cargo nets at the playground!), two surgeries, one office procedure and one upcoming, scheduled surgery. At one point Batman made a run out to Detroit to offer grandparent support. (He is, after all, a super hero!) It seems that everyone is doing OK these days, and we are grateful for that.
Batman and I have our hands full of volunteer opportunities/responsibilities as we continue to witness the unraveling of the world. But we also have a safe roof over our heads, relatively good health, love in our family and with our friends…so we will continue to tend our hearts and roll up our sleeves.
Many of us wrote postcards to the White House on the Ides of March, sharing our exasperation with a certain person. One of our book club members suggested that we write thank you notes to leaders who are being courageous and speaking up. I’ve added Sen. Cory Booker to my list. I wonder if any of you are heading out to one of the many marches scheduled for today.
Please take care of yourselves, dearest readers. We are no good to anyone if we are burned out, cynical or feel helpless.
Tend your hearts. Roll up your sleeves. Know that I keep thoughts of you bathed in the light of hope.
oxox
Hello dearest readers. These days, sometimes just showing up in the kitchen can feel like sanctuary. Pulling ingredients out of the fridge, prepping vegetables, waiting for the oven to heat up, tossing a salad, filling the water glasses…appreciating our abundance and being grateful for good, simple work to do…then the washing up and putting leftovers in the fridge and “closing” the kitchen until the next meal…quiet moments carved out of chaos. I found myself pulling our Tassajara cookbooks off the shelf, refreshing my memory of Edward Espe Brown’s kitchen wisdom. I also sat again with a cup of tea and The Sacred Kitchen, by Robin and Jon Robertson. Time well spent.
I heard a great piece on NPR’s A-1 broadcast the other day. “Finding your agency in the chaos of the world” One of the guests was Margaret Renkl, who you may remember as the author of “The Comfort of Crows:A Backyard Year.” You can listen to the 34 minute story here.
Have you read A Season for That: Lost and Found in the Other Southern France, by Steve Hoffman? I listened to it last week in my studio and had mixed feelings about it. Read by the author, I was disappointed that he tended to drop the end of his sentences, which got on my nerves. Some of his narrative was blah, but some of it took my breath away. I am such a fan of writing that describes a deep sense of place, and when Mr Hoffman got it right it was so, so lovely. As the story unfolded I realized I know the work of his wife, Mary Jo, who has a blog, and now a book called, Still, filled with spectacular photos of gathered natural objects found on her daily walks.
Happy spring! It’s official, but fleeting here in Vermont. A bright splash of red flew in front of my car on the way up the hill the other day, I slowed down to see a pileated woodpecker swoop into a hollowed out tree. He’ll soon have that tree ready to fall across the road it’s been so ravaged!
The snowdrops have been blooming for about a week, surviving a fresh coating of snow the other day, which has since melted. What’s helping you feel hopeful that spring is here/coming soon?
Did you see the eclipse of the moon last week? We’ve been disappointed several times recently, that cloud cover prevented us from seeing night sky events, but we woke up in the middle of the night to see a gorgeous eclipse! Then we were treated to the brilliant full moon setting over the mountains first thing the next morning. Artist Hannah Nunn, who lives in Hebden Bridge, UK wrote a lovely blog post about the full moon, check it out here.
Buggy backing.
Here’s another UFO, begun in 2019, that came out of the cupboard last summer. I’ve hand quilted with pearl cotton and “big stitches”.
As per Suzy Quilts, I pressed the quilt before I trimmed it. I had not done that before. You can see how rumpled it was when I spread it out on the kitchen island…after ironing it, trimming the quilt edges was so much easier! Learning each day! That’s my goal!
Last summer I found this amazing frond fabric and knew it was perfect for the binding. I’m finally in the home stretch on this one, and can’t wait to get it into the hands of my brother Nelson, who has claimed it as his own.
I’ve fallen a bit behind in my 100 days of stitching. I’m not sure how I got off track with such a beloved practice, but I did. And when I came back to it, my needle traced the confusion and mixed-up-ed-ness of these times. Interesting how our feelings can spill right out into our hands…My volunteer responsibilities have been distressingly impacted by what Bernie, OAC and I call “the oligarchs”. I have a few things to say about all that, but that is not why you stop by sewandsowlife, so I will spare you.
I found this blueberry fabric on Spoonflower years ago, pulled it out of my stash, and thought it would go well with three different bits of my homegrown, hand dyed indigo swatches. Golden thread found its way into both of these pages, love to Pete Seeger. And of course, I thought of Blueberries For Sal while I stitched this one.
The comfort of Wilma and Cora, snuggled on our bed at night, the ordinary pleasure of my mug of tea in the morning, the birds gathering at the feeder (before we have to take them down as the bears wake up from their hibernation), a precious “FaceTime” with any of the grandkids, the stars in the sky at night…these are the simplest of things that get me through the days. As Batman says, “We’re just putting our pants on one leg at a time”. What about you, dearest readers? Share in the comments?
Sending you hugs of encouragement, and light and hope.
~me
