Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
If you should care to, listen here to the songs of spring peepers. They have given me such a bad case of spring fever, like nothing else can do. From here on the porch last evening, Millie and I listened while the sun was setting in all of its magnificence.
It always takes me a week or more to adjust to the new "fast time" as we call it, but we don't really change things up much from season to season or year to year. I am reminded of one of my favorite passages from Vincent Van Gogh.
I must continue to follow the path I take now. If I do nothing, if I study nothing. If I cease searching, then, woe is me. I am lost. That is how I look at it --keep going. Keep going come what may, but what is your final goal, you may ask. That goal will become clearer, will emerge slowly but surely, much as the rough draft turns into a sketch, and the sketch into a painting through the serious work done on it, through the elabortion of the original vague idea and through the consolidation of the first fleeting and passing thought.
~ Vincent Van Gogh
It seems many of you are already doing some spring house cleaning. I will have to get around to that eventually, probably when we shut down the wood-burning stove, but for now my heart is in the great outdoors, or at the sewing machine sewing on ruffles and lace for the dolls. I just love this video of Bernadette Banner trying out her new old sewing machine.
A blogging friend sent me some wonderful vintage pieces from old clothing, which are just the dearest things. Our little Linnie seems to have claimed these old pieces for her very own, which I think will be so fine for her. You will notice that she is now wearing the bonnet, which seems always to be causing a great stir among the dolls. They all insist that they want bonnets of their own. This thing may go on and on into next winter when the snow flies once again...
Until next time,
Saturday, March 6, 2021
A couple of days ago, something was definitely going on at the pond for there were two Great Blue Herons instead of the customary one. They are solitary critters and it is rare that we ever see two together, unless... Well, it is almost spring you know, so...
There were more new calves born on the farm today, and Rosa's new baby was one of them. She's a spry little thing and is so fortunate to have such a good mother.
Now back inside, work has begun on dressing the dolls. You just won't believe the good fortune that the dolls have had, but I will save that story for another day.
I finally finished reading Grace Snyder's No Time On My Hands. (It's a long read, but a good one!) Most of my quilting friends are probably already familiar with this amazing woman and her famous quilts, one of which is the Flower Basket Petit Point Quilt pieced with 87,875 tiny triangles, no bigger than a fingernail, and five miles of thread. Pictured below is one block from this astounding quilt.
Grace wrote, "I grew up on the high plains of Custer County, Nebraska, where, as a child of seven and up, I wished three wishes and dreamed three dreams. I wished that I might grow up to make the most beautiful quilts in the world, to marry a cowboy, and to look down on the top of a cloud. At the time I dreamed those dreams and wished those wishes, it seemed impossible that any of them could ever come true."
But they all did come true! Below is Grace with her cowboy on the day of their wedding. There's one thing for sure, this pioneer woman definitely had "No Time On Her Hands." ( I love them and their story. And, I love this picture. Isn't Grace just beautiful and Bert so handsome?)