thoughts

grass grows ragged high
spiked wild onions
  scattered add
                 to the chaos
daffies dance
while tulips wait 
   not quite ready to
move onstage
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last day of march
air a still a bit crisp
morning slides into day.....

don't try to shortchange a 14 month old....

my sister deb was off today, asked if i wanted to go shopping with her and her grandchildren,
cameron,5, and dylan, 14 months.
cameron needed easter shoes to go with her new easter dress.
i replied that later in the day would work
so, around 3, we headed to the mall, after a stop at the bank for me to make a deposit

both munchkins strapped in their respective carseats....
stroller in the way back of the subaru..
shoes and ice cream on the agenda

at the bank, cam asked if they had lollipops
i remarked they had doggie biscuits
cam looked at me and laughed
we left with lollipops and happy children

arrival at mall, stroller out, set up
dylan strapped in, lollipops swirling in both of their mouths
cam needed a restroom stop,
leaving me with dylan in the  stroller

i look at dylan, who has lollipop stick in his hand...
with no visible pop on it
hmmmm....
i remove sticky stick, find clerk and ask where is trash can....
deposit stick in can

deb and cam return....and i take one more look at dylan
realized i should check about the end of the lollipop
find the last bit of the pop still attached to the tiny end of the stick!
he was not happy as i fished that out of his mouth....

back to the restroom to wash his hands, face and fingers
off to find shoes and ice cream!
now the last time we visited the ice cream parlor, cam's ice cream scoop fell off the cone.
her scoop was put in a dish and we gave dylan the empty cone....
he was delighted....munched it...was happy
fast forward to last week and another ice cream jaunt. this time, dylan had his own tiny cone, complete with ice cream...
when we brought the kids home, tasha later asked how he got ice cream in his ears, between his fingers and cone in his diaper!
so, today, we planned on giving him the empty cone...

cam got her cone....and we hand dylan the empty cone....
he had this "what the *****" look on his face....
no use in trying to shortchange a 14 month old!

afternoon thoughts and a link from today's washington post

almost 3 in the afternoon
productive hours
swept and rearranged the back deck
my strawberries in their "window box" planters have weathered the winter
i placed them on a bench on the deck, all the better to keep them away from rabbits and that odd possum who seems to have a hiding place in the garden

planted lettuce and some of the peas
raked leaves off of the beds
image of bed hair being tamed by a comb played my head
such a sense of order after such a minor effort

of course, isn't a sense of order in the garden an illusion for humans
the fairies must be peeking through the bamboo, laughing at my sense of "control"

lunch was leftovers from the indian restaurant
reading material was this article from today's washington post's magazine
The Washing: In the Muslim custom of bathing the dead, she found a deep sense of reward -- and shaved off 40 sins.....

By Reshma Memon Yaqub
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/03/12/AR2010031202891.html

on this day of equinox, pensive thoughts.....
on this day of warmth and light, a wonder at the why of it all

sunday sunday

sunday again
late morning

yesterday, a treat, a challenge and a steep learning curve.
the pa.guild offered a workshop on blogging, taught by scoutie girl , tara gentile. wonderful workshop!
first was the mental reassement that websites are not the be all of marketing in the 21st century.
tara pointed out how websites are static interfaces, and how blogs are interactive-simple "duh" concept.

so......
pat beard, dear friend and fellow weaver, and i sat with others, listening, processing and learning.

life seems to move so much more quickly  now.
one seems to blink and it's another day, another week, another month, another season!

today's the spring equinox!
what happened to winter?
i have planted red and white onion sets,
have snow peas along with several varieties of lettuce to bed, hopefully, today.

            wild onions are looking ragged  high
and two daffies bloomed, early to this garden's dance

almost noon
i have been such a slug, still sitting, wrapped in red robe
brain cells running over yesterday's deluge of new information.

off to dance this day

friday again

dreams


are there

just at edge

      of

aware......



choice.....

do i sit, wait

or fall over

into a

     dali?

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friday.

next friday i will be in chantilly, prepping my booth for another day of show and sales

now i sit, looking out in to my garden, have already planted a half pound of red and a half pound of white onion sets.

bought some letttuce and peas toput in next.

some swiss chard and kale weathered the winter, much to my surprise.
the day waits

begin...being and a few more letters....

my sister and i spent a week on ocracoke this september....it was an adventure...time spent together, away from here, first time ever.

we took our kayaks, and art supplies. the house, sitting on the sound, had screened porch, two chairs, and a picnic table.

we sat in the chairs, looked at the water
looked at the pelicans sitting on the dock.
paddled the sound, walked the beach, found shells and found out more about each other.

i spread newspapers on the table, unpacked our art supplies- art camp!

deb hadn't painted for quite awhile. mom's care swallowed her up and when mom died, well, she was a bit like a fish out of water.

somerset magazine had an interesting article where the artist took 5 small 4" canvases, and painted one letter on each one, the letters b, e, g, i and n.
i had 5 canvases....and realized the word "begin" can also spell "being".

drawing the letters, forming the shapes opened up some ideas...
later, i was at a show, and while waiting in my booth, began to play with letter forms....
thought it would be fun to redo, redesign my logo...
and then, i thought about designing an alphabet.
this page was the first....
and my sister and i were both "being" and beginning.....

day after the ides of march

halfway through march
this garden grows green
among the sticks and rubble of
last year's growth,
new shoots, new leaflets, new sprouts
poke and prod upward

damp earth smell
air just a bit chill
edge of hope
edge of life

and i sit
watching through the window
wondering at
wondering at
the mystery of it all