Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Blithewood Gardens

















Crossing the river metaphorically and actually... Sassy
turned eighty-one in the company of two daughters
and two granddaughters.

We crossed our beloved Hudson River to visit the
gardens at Bard College. I told the girls that the
river is the legacy I will leave.

We have driven across the river, walked across it on
the walkway in Poughkeepsie and waded across
it in Warrens-burg, New York.Traveled to the
headwaters in the Adirondacks.

The mansion is beautiful and the mountain view
awesome. The garden qualifies as the magical garden
or the secret garden, your choice.

We shall return again to see the autumn colors. In the spring
we shall wear long dresses and straw hats and carry flower
baskets and be ladies of the manor.

A journey for the imagination, a place to savor in memory.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Log Cabin

















Cottolin
A color study: olive and lime green.
Sequence: dk to lt. Reverse: lt to dark.
Add a red zinger to define the space.

The reversal of blocks requires weaving with
 two shuttles,  alternating weft colors.

It beats to a pleasant 1/ 2 rhythm not unlike
reciting nursery rhymes.

Stay cool!



Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Felted Bird













I want to sing like the birds sing, 
not worrying about who hears 
or what they think.  
                              _Rumi

Monday, May 6, 2019

Bread/Poetry and Grace














I believe life is beautiful
and the poetry, like bread is for
everyone.
                _ Roque Dalton

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Hot Cross Buns

















Hot Cross Buns! English Easter song
and nursery rhyme: a street cry, a short
lyric called by street sellers in the
open-air markets in the 19th century.

    Hot cross buns!
    Hot cross buns!
One ha' penny, two ha' penny,
    Hot cross buns
If you have no daughters
    Five them to your sons
   One ha' penny,

    Two ha' penny,
    Hot Cross Buns!

Lovely hot cross buns Ms. Grace.

Friday, April 26, 2019

Our Bread

















And in the frigid hour, when the earth
   smells of human dust, and is so sad
      I want to knock on every door
And beg forgiveness of I don't know whom,
And bake bits of fresh fresh bread for him(or her)
       Here in the oven of my heart.
                       __ Cesar Vallejo

The fresh bread an offering from
Ms. Grace the beloved baker
of my heart.

May we all share bread and peace.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Easter Saturday: Prayer

















It doesn't have to be
the blue Iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just pay attention then patch

a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

_Mary Oliver