Wednesday, September 23, 2020

And All At Once...

 ...summer collapsed into fall.  (Oscar Wilde)

That's pretty much how it happened.

I spent the better part of the past week at the lake.  When I first arrived, one could catch glimpses of trees that had turned overnight...apparently too shy to change into their autumn attire while anyone was watching.

But each day, it seemed more and more of the less shy decided to don their dress for their final farewell dance with Summer.

The weather was moody for most of the time I was there.  The wind whipped the lake into white-capped tips, and the pines that normally whisper moaned in protest.

The day I left, however, the wind relented, the pines sighed in relief, and the lake returned to her placid self.

I was surprised to find that there was even more autumn gala preparations being done here in Nod than North of Nod.

Little to no progress has been made on the Beast. Or anything for that matter.

I did comment to some that the only thing I have accomplished recently was putting together a jar of werewolf fur...which prompted some raised eyebrows. (Well...ok, questions....I couldn't see their eyebrows.)  So, I am supposing an explanation is in order...and here goes:

A while back, I had an auction selling group on FB.  Mine was a bit different as it had a storyline, each auction had a "theme," and each item had a "storied" description.  In its heyday, it was quite popular...and I made/repurposed several things to sell. When I once sold a dead snake, my husband said "too bad you can't sell dog hair." (Snowdog sheds horribly.)

Challenge accepted.

To be fair....two separate vets concur that Snowdog is part the "wolf" part isn't truly an untruth.

I really can't say how many of these I have made...each different of course...but a bunch.  I hadn't done one for a while, but someone who had one of my first ones asked for another, and Snowdog had wolf fur to spare....

So there you have it.

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

A Break From The Beast.....

Well, I will be off shenaniganing the next several days, so thought I would try to sneak a post in before things get out of hand.

Except, once again, I haven't much to say (and am fearful that, even if I did, I may get it all written and then run into the dreaded "New Improved Blogger" issues of which so many of you have lamented.  (So far so good....perhaps the spell I used is working???)

Anyways....I have worked a bit on the Beast (see previous posts), but not enough to warrant me attempting to balance on a step stool with my phone to take a photo.

I did, however, take a wee break from hooking to finish up a stitch I didn't get done in time for last All Hallow's Eve. 

This pattern is called "All Hallows Eve" and is by the overly-talented and ever-sweet Theresa Meloon from Dulaney Woods Treasures.  You can find the pattern here in her Etsy shop.  It is stitched on the called for 32 count "Aged Saffron" from Dames of the Needle - From the Cauldron, using Valdani and GAST threads.

It is actually a pinkeep/scissors keep:

If there were Mulligans in stitching, there are things I would have done differently ~ like move the placement of the JOL up a bit more (although the photo makes it looks like it is in/on the seam, it really isn't...but it still bothers me); be patient and search out smaller beads for his eyes; and perhaps "stuffed" it a little fuller (in my defense, I ran out of sawdust AND balsam shavings...and obviously, once again, PATIENCE).

But it is done....and a wise woman once told me "done is good."

And this post is now DONE...Fingers crossed that the spell holds as I hit "publish"....

I am off now to soak in the beautiful full Corn Moon.  

I hope she is shining wherever you are!

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Whilst The Bittersweet Blooms...

"I shall not go into town whilst the Bittersweet blooms...." {Author Unknown}

I love bittersweet....and it is starting to turn.
Our evenings and nights have a chill to them, requiring a change of clothes when the sun descends.
Some trees have started trying out their fall wardrobes and a few leaves have already begun to fall.

Autumn is, hands down, my favorite-est season of all.  But given what follows it....and how cruel that "what" can be here in Nod, I am in no hurry to pack Summer's bags.

{I adore the combination of the smells of Angelonia and Snapdragons}

Besides, the Hibiscus have just begun to bloom.  They are Summer's most loyal companions.

Like handmaidens, they stand in the shadows until Summer beckons them.

Then they rush forth, colorful and bold.

As they scream Summer's name in almost garish manners, you know when they arrive that Summer has beckoned them because she is making ready to take her leave.

So I treasure her company while I can.

In the quiet corners of my world.

And while the evenings are growing longer, I have not made much progress on the Beast.  However, I suspect some of you may be wondering, so here is where I am at....Not much further along than the last time you saw him.  (In my defense, I did redo several letters....)

The temptation to begin fall projects is sometimes overwhelming, but I fear if he is put aside, he will join the ranks of "skeleton rugs" in my closet(s).

So, I enjoin Summer to prolong her stay, although I know her presence will do nothing to change the passing of days.

How can it be that things can move by so quickly when we are really just standing still?

(PS...Yes, Marly....I can accidentally grow zucchini out of petunias LOL)

Sunday, August 9, 2020

A Walk With Snowdog

I am, by my very nature, a very terrestrial being.  There is nothing even remotely amphibious about me (although a bit of mermaid might inhabit my soul).
The woodlands and upcountry have always been my familiar haunts.
While I sometimes question those ties whenever I am near an ocean, the numerous lakes in our fair state have never held much allure for me.

However, that all changed a year ago.
While on a boat ride with friends, we passed by a property that captivated me. I begged our friend to get closer and there it was: a "for sale" sign.  I cajoled a bit more and our captain docked and I set foot on a place that would soon own me.

(This photo is from that day and that first glimpse....)

It is private and secluded....surrounded by water, except for the causeway that connects it to the rest of the world.

(I believe I first posted about it here...and mentioned it again here and here.)

Each morning we are here (weather permitting), Snow Dog and I go for a walk along the trails in the woods.  
I thought you might like to join us on this morning's walk....

Are you coming???

The pines grow tall here...and the squirrels climb high...much to Snow Dog's chagrin.

(Look up.....that's a huge eagle's nest up there....)

It is my little piece of paradise and the spell it first cast still clings to me like a net.

(PS to Saundra....I am doing this post from my Ipad (hence, completely unedited photos LOL).  As I said, I just use my Chrome browser and then go to my home page on Blogger, and click on "new post."  No app required....However, there are weird little things I don't like about doing it on this...e.g., no photo shows up in the reading list for some reason.)

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Another Harsh Winter Ahead??

My mother had 1001 ways of predicting the weather...and, more times than not, she was correct. (In fact, she was right more often than any weatherman I have ever listened to.)
I have forgotten more than many of those ways, but one I will never forget because it comes in handy as an excuse to not worry about your diet and/or weight:
"If you eat more than usual or necessary, a harsh, hard, winter is on the way."  (Apparently our bodies need the extra "sustenance"...i.e., layers of fat.)

While it's a bit early by my mother's prognostications, I've been eating like a newborn I am fearing another (the last 2 have been especially brutal) wicked winter. 

(Isn't she adorable??? My great niece I mean....)

So, today I thought was a good day to take a few photos of this year's "pretties" to look back on during the long winter ahead.

Compared to most years, I have very little to commemorate....I seriously cut down compared to prior years given that I knew I would not be able to keep up with plantings both here and at the lake...
Besides, it was an "odd" year (to say the least) to shop for much of anything here....including plants.

But here are a few photos I took today:

(Lantana and petunias, with volunteer petunias below) 

 (Coneflowers seem happy this year)


(Bee Balm)

(More coneflowers and smoke bush)

(Volunteer petunias and baby's breath poolside)

(Angolina and impatiens) 

(Looks to be a good year for Bittersweet)

(The first of the Hibiscus opened today)

And for a loyal reader/commenter who probably cares not one whit about cute piglets or flowers, here's a quick pic of my boring, slow, pathetic, progress on The Wretched White Whale.  

I am hoping you are all well and safe and finding ways to tolerate the extreme heat, humidity and lack of rain so many of you are experiencing.  

(PS...I truly appreciate all of you who take the time to read and comment.  I know I am a bit "all over the board" content-wise and THAT will never change, but every now and again I run into people who read my blog (really!) and say "I wish you would do a post about....{whatever}!"  I don't know if those few are representative of more of you but, if so and if there is anything you would like to suggest as a topic or about which you are curious, let me know.  As those of you who know me know, I might not "stick to it," but I certainly will give it a whirl.)

Friday, July 10, 2020

Two Jonahs and Not Much Else

I realize it's been a while since I've posted.
Truth be told, I haven't had (and still don't have) much to say.  
I know; surprised, aren't you?
But I'm here...really.

A few have asked after the progress on my whale rug, so I took it off the frame to snap a few photos....only to realize I haven't made much progress at all. (I hate doing letters....)

Liza Bean decided she was going to try to play Jonah and get in the whale's belly....

Then, of course, Jonah II had to get into the picture....literally.

So, as you see, not a whole lot of progress since my last post....and looking now, I think I will be re-doing "Rum" least the "M" in it. 
In the pattern version I had seen, the words beneath the whale were not printer-block style like the upper words but in the pattern I received, they are.  And, of course, little things like that can throw me.

We spent the Independence Day holiday weekend at the lake.

This is our little piece of paradise:

(I thought I had shown this previously, but Lauren (a/k/a "GT") says I didn't.  Since she is always correct...just like my ya go.)

We have an eagle nest right outside our front door, and as I was having my first coffee outside on the morning of the 4th, I looked up and saw this eagle(let):

I believe this is one of the 2 babes born last summer as his/her chest is turning white quite nicely. (Eagles don't attain their full "colors" until about age 4 or 5.)

We had a few friends over, and a friend who is an amazingly talented musician provided us with live entertainment. (I did a very short video to share, but can't seem to get it from FB to blogger....go figure.)

Afterwards, we watched endless fireworks over the was like having a front row seat to the best show in town.  Truly, you didn't know where to look first. Sorry no photos of those but I was sitting at the end of the dock and don't take my phone or camera night...after a few glasses of Chardonnay.... (I know I'm a music video, no fireworks photos), 

After the company left and the fireworks settled down, the moon came out and did an encore. 

In my book, she steals the show every time.


I hope all of you are well and safe and hold tight to peace when and where you find it.