June 2008

I’ve been in Virginia for almost a week and a thousand years, and I have lots of fun pictures from Reston, but I forgot to bring my camera cable so I can’t show you yet.  So to while away the time, here are some pictures via the fun Flickr mosaic meme from Emily:

1. Kelly Time!, 2. In the Company of Eels, 3. The Seventh Seal, 4. Flying purple, 5. Pelican, 6. llibreria – bookstore – Amsterdam, 7. The Mill, 8. “I, Piórko, like Cheese!”, 9. Immature GBH – Arriving, 10. Perspective Matters, 11. graffiti tears, 12. ridley 1861

Want to play too?
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your Flickr name.


Well, spring was nice, but it appears to be summer now. We’ve had sunny days with temperatures that soar to the boiling point, suddenly explode into thunderstorms and cool everything down for the evening, and then the same thing all over again the next day. Yesterday’s storm was simply brilliant – there’s another one brewing right now, but it doesn’t look nearly so exciting. Yesterday we had wild smashing wind, and rushing clouds, and this really cool boiling hole in the sky with lightening and rain coming out of it. It wasn’t a funnel, but it looked like it could have gone that way if it’d wanted. Thankfully, it didn’t. I love storms. I was out at the back behind the barn watching this one come roaring across the fields, while Raven was out front taking pictures of the sky. (See, it’s not just me!)

Now, among those pictures I couldn’t show you the other day because my computer ate them was a shot of this very broken tree branch – actually about half a tree that had rotted out at the trunk and was only attached by the fact that it was hooked into the other branch. It should have fallen that day. We waited for it to fall. We’ve been wanting it to bloody well get it over with and fall so that it would be on the ground instead of hanging over us and the sheep like some kind of tree of Damocles threatening us with its crushing weight.

So yesterday, with sheep safely in the barn and chickens safely cowering under the deck, it decided to fall.

Remember how I said we’d finally finished the fence?

Look! Knitting! And technically spinning and dyeing as well, since I never got around to posting this yarn when it was still just yarn.

I’ve been fascinated with the sky for quite a while now, I keep taking pictures of it, which alas are never as cool as the sky itself. This yarn is my first (I know there will be more) impressionistic attempt to capture some of the cool things the sky does out here.

I did actually manage my May TIF project, but inexplicably my computer ate the pictures. It was quite the disaster actually, about 50 shots just turned into absolute rubbish. I had adorable pictures of FreeBunny#1 playing around by the pond, pictures of Phil with the punk-rock hair he gets after he has been diving around in said pond for a while (black and spiky with yellow tips, I want my hair to look like a wet baby goose!) and some actual proof that I do occasionally get something done around here. All gone.

Remember when this was predominantly a fibre blog, and not the farm-blog of a chick who knits occasionally? Me too. It’s ok, the fence is finally finished (hip hip hooray!) and as soon as the sheep finish trying to figure out how they can get around it (so far they are full of fail, but give ’em a week or two) and accept that they freaking well live here, maybe I can get up to the studio again. The only thing I’ve been doing up there lately is making a white linen altar-cloth, which as you can imagine doesn’t photograph interestingly.

Oh, for Bev and anyone else who is interested – I finally took new pictures of my big funny-looking house:

As you can see, it still needs some work. I love it, though. Here, look at a pretty flower instead.

This iris is saying, “I don’t care if I’ve been eaten repeatedly by sheep, and was dug up and moved just last week, I’m going to bloom anyway, dammit!” You go, little flower.

Here’s Raven’s garden in front of the funny looking house. It’s super pretty and full of huge irises (which don’t scare me), and it distracts people from noticing that the house is still on the dowdy end of the scale.

I know that it works, because sometimes our neighbors stop their trucks and say “wow, your garden is looking so pretty, it’s really coming along!” and so far no one has also said “did you know the front of your house is sliding off?” or “where exactly did that piece of roof go?” They do sometimes say, “you should sell tickets to this place”, but I think they mean it kindly.

This morning I woke up at five because a flock of geese flew past, and woke Phil up! He cheeped at their honking – maybe all of our telling him that he is a goose and that his cousins all live down by the lake is finally sinking in! It’s actually kind of nice waking up with a snuggly downy goose – he sits kind of on my shoulder and snuggles up to my neck. For those of you whose minds go directly to the more unpleasant aspects of cuddling wild birds, there are thank mercy no bugs, and well yes, I’ve been doing an awful lot of laundry. But really, it’s sweet. He’s all soft and chirpy. We hope he acquires a youthful spirit of independence very soon, before he weighs fifteen pounds and has big poky feathers. His feathers are just starting to come in – you can’t see them yet, but if you rub his back and tail you can feel the quills.

Look how big he’s getting! This is three weeks old. As you can see, he’s still Daddy’s little sweetheart. Raven hand-selects clover and maple keys for him to eat, and hand-feeds him dandelions. I can’t imagine how this will help him acquire that youthful independence I’m dreaming about. Me, I just wander around doing what I’m doing, and let him figure out where I am. If he cries I will call him to me – he knows his name – and assure him that he’s not being abandoned, but for the rest of it, it’s his job to know where mommy is, and if he wants to wander off and eat grass “over there”, well good. Mostly he sticks pretty close, and in the mornings he can cheat, because he knows my routine (chicken coop #2, chicken coop #1, barn, house again) and so can meet up with me anywhere en route and not have to worry about being trampled by hungry barn fowl.