Friday, May 25, 2007

NIGHTMARE?

WHOSE GARDEN WAS THIS

 

Whose garden was this, it must have been lovely.
Did it have flowers.
I've seen pictures of flowers.
And I'd love to have smelled one.

Whose river was this, you say it ran freely.
Blue was its color.
And I've seen blue in some pictures.
And I'd love to have been there.

Tell me again I need to know.
The forest had trees, the meadows were green.
The oceans were blue and birds really flew.
Can you swear that it's true.

Whose grey sky was this? Or was it a blue one?
You say there were breezes.
I've heard records of breezes.
And I'd love to have felt one.

Tell me again I need to know.
The forest had trees, the meadows were green.
The oceans were blue and birds really flew.
Can you swear that it's true.

Whose garden was this, it must have been lovely.
Did it have flowers.
I've seen pictures of flowers.
And I'd love to have smelled one.

Tell me again I need to know.
Tell me again I need to know.
Tell me again I need to know.
Tell me again I need to know.

 

John Denver-released about 1970

 

According to about ten minutes of strenuous research conducted over mu lunch hour this piece has been released exactly twice over the years.I don’t really know what to make of these lyrics, except that hurt to read them.

 

Is this a nightmare of now or the far future? It was written about 1970. Is it the remains a jungle in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Viet Nam after Agent Orange was dropped on it? The remains of an equatorial rainforest? The spreading of the Sahara? The wrecked neighborhoods in the Bronx and Brooklyn?

 

Or is this a nightmare out of the finale of Soylant Green or the novel Stand on Zanzibar? A future when flowers, trees, blue skies, free flowing rivers, unspoiled oceans,and even birds are remembered in pictures and folk tale? Something your doddering great grandparents tell stories about? “I’ve seen pictures of flowers. And I’d loved to have smelled one.”

 

Goddess, may it never come to that. Nearly two generations and we haven't learned a damn thing.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

CATCHING UP

Believe it or not the poem I posted earlier was by John Denver from the late eighties or early nineties. It's too bad he died to too soon because it appears his art was expanding and maturing. I've run across some later work that really grabs you by the shoulder and makes you turn around. A reminder perhaps that there places worth saving and remembering.

Finished another knitting project this weekend. This is for a good friend who lost her husband earlier this year. George was a good friend to my folks over the years.

This particular color is called Tudor. I'm not quite sure why. It's variegated combo blue, fuschia and purple. It works up beautifully. The yarn is multiple strands of micro yarn with a stonger thread twisted around it. It's a beautiful and kind of cranky yarn. I think I discovered it not to long after they started marketing it. When is works it's fantastic. When you get a bummer skein, well it makes good fringes.For ayone who does knit, the pattern is multiple of six plus three in a knit three pearl three ending with a knit three combo at the end of the row. On the return row you just repeat the pattern. It's a chunky yarn worked with big needles.

It was kind of obvious that the entry in Wikipedia was written by somebody who looked up the information but didn't really knit themselves. I totally adore double pointed needles even if I'm working a flat project like this shawl. The flexble needles curve naturally and are easier to use for us folks who have started to get a little arthritic. Much easier to work with.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

ONE CHILD TO MANY

There is a river that runs from the mountains
That one river is all rivers
All rivers are that one

There is a tree that stands in the forest
That one tree is all forests
All trees are that one

There is a flower that blooms in the desert
That one blossom is all flowers
All flowers are that one

There is a bird that sings in the jungle
That one song is all music
All songs are that one

It is the song of life
It is the flower of faith
It is the tree of temptation
It is the river of no regret

There is a child that cries in the ghetto
That one child is all children
All children are that one

These verses are from a longer piece that I posted earlier and they tie into something that I’ve been trying to figure out how to say for a long time. I will concede that we need to cut trees, plow under flowers, dam some rivers, destroy wild life habitat and there will always be members of our society that get the short end of the stick.

But when do we say “enough?” Once we decide to build dams on rivers, when do we dam one river to many? If it's ok to dam a river on the other side of the state, what's so special about the one I live on. If we decide to turn forests into fields, when is it one forest too many? If it's ok to clearcut the woods in the next county what is so special about the trees near my city? If we’re going to build houses where flowers once grew, when have we destroyed one field to many? If the folks in the next town are losing their open spaces what makes the fields near me so special? How many children have to live with too little before we decide that not all the costs can be put on a balance sheet?

EARTH SONG

AMAZON

There is a river that runs from the mountains
That one river is all rivers
All rivers are that one

There is a tree that stands in the forest
That one tree is all forests
All trees are that one

There is a flower that blooms in the desert
That one blossom is all flowers
All flowers are that one

There is a bird that sings in the jungle
That one song is all music
All songs are that one

It is the song of life
It is the flower of faith
It is the tree of temptation
It is the river of no regret

There is a child that cries in the ghetto
That one child is all children
All children are that one

There is a vision that shines in the darkness
That one vision is all of our dreams

It is a vision of heaven
It is a child of promise
It is the song of life
It is the river of no regret

Let this be a voice for the mountains
Let this be a voice for the river
Let this be a voice for the forest
Let this be a voice for the flowers
Let this be a voice for the ocean
Let this be a voice for the desert
Let this be a voice for the children
Let this be a voice for the dreamers
Let this be a voice of no regret

Ok, I'm going to be a stinker, sort of. I just came across this and was surprised at the source. No big prize here. The first one who recognizes this gets a big virtual hug. Answer later in the week. If and when I come up for air on a picture search. I would love to do something with this.

Monday, May 21, 2007

DISCOVERY

I was doing my shopping run yesterday morning at the local Freddies. Happened by the ubiquitous display of cut rate CD's. Which I usually avoid like the plague, don't know what made me stop for a look and found (in my opinon) a small treasure. A three disc set of the late John Denver's work. Just loaded with stuff I'd never really run across. This is one of them.

Spirit

His spirit joined and so was formed
ten thousand years ago
between the Swan and Hercules
where even dark clouds glow
To live with grace
to ride the swell
to yet be strong of will
to love the wind
to learn its song
an empty space to fill

Apollo taught me to rhyme
Orpheus taught me to play
Andromeda casts down her sign
And Vega lights my way

Smoke rings in the galaxy
an endless flight through time
Lyra gave her harp to him
and left him free to climb
A winter's journey from the moon
to reach the summer sun
to rise again
to sing for you
a song that's yet unsung

Apollo taught me to rhyme
Orpheus taught me to play
Andromeda casts down her sign
And Vega lights my way

His spirit joined and so was formed
ten thousand years ago
between the Swan and Hercules
where even dark clouds glow
To live with grace
to ride the swell
to yet be strong of will
to love the wind
to learn its song
an empty space to fill

Imagine being taught the music of the universe by the gods and singing with the starlight. To be a bard in the richest sense of the word.

And I finally have a copy of his marvelous 'Calypso.' Well, I all ready had a copy on vinyl but I'm too lazy to dig it out and I can put this copy on my computer. :-) Actually I'm doing my best to blast my eardrums into a better incarnation at the momet. I've loved that song since the first time I heard it.

KNIT ONE PEARL TWO

Prayer shawl knitted with Lion Brand Homespun Mediterranean.

I used to knit, a lot. Got away from it for awhile. Dug out my needles last year and have been purling away off and on through the winter. Anyway, like so many things it’s grown beyond just the knitting. It’s becoming as much about the why and the who as what is created. And if I'm not coming up with as many pictures or poems it's because I haven't figured out how to knit and type at the same time. Maybe this summer, a lap full of shawl or knitted throw is literally not cool in August.

Anyway, out of curiosity I looked up knitting on Wikipedia. The entry is interesting, but feels thin somehow. Kind of like the heel or toe of a well worn sock. The craft of hand knitting goes back at least two thousand years. A pair of ornamented socks have been found in Egypt of all places and they date from the time BCE became ACE. Apparently knitting machines, probably for stockings, were invented around the 1570’s and the entry dismisses hand knitting as useful but non essential. I guess you can’t expect much more from a bunch of urban techno geeks. And I might not follow it any further if I didn’t have a nice little collection of patterns and books from the British Isles and Scandinavia.

The women of Ireland, the channel islands, the islands northwest of Scotland, northern England, Scotland proper, Iceland and the coasts of Scandinavia kept the hand knitting traditions alive well into the twentieth century. Not as a hobby but to keep their fishing and herding men folk warm and protected. And later, to earn hard cash to keep their families fed and warm as the fishing and herding became a memory.

My dad was a logger and told stories about a man he worked with. I wish I’d had to good sense to ask where the family came from at the time. The guy’s wife would knit him two or three sweaters every year. Andthat’s what he wore to work when the weather got cold. The work was so fine that he stayed warm and dry most of the time without using rain gear.

So while I love to knit and can’t remember when I couldn’t my interest isn’t just in the doing, it’s the who, the why, and what they use. So please by patient with me while I work my way through this in public.

Between my mom and my grandmother I learned the basics. And while I may write in awe of those who make shawls using patterns that go over twenty or thirty rows, I usually don’t have the patience for that kind of knitting. Ok, you found me out. For me, yarn and needles are fuzzy valium and it’s remarkable what you can do with knit, purl, cables, and yarn over and knit two together. Even the multi colored work is still knit and pearl. LOL

 

Sunday, May 20, 2007

SUNDAY IN MAY

I will probably regret saying this. Here it is the twentieth of May and we've had one day that even got close to eighty degrees. This weekend it's showering and chilly. But still very nice. If you like rain. I don't really, it gets on my glasses. LOL

Our first rose. Not the first one in the neighborhood, but we live next to a hill so we don't get as much sun as the folks across the street.

A beautiful red lupin. Mom wintered the surviving lupins over in a large planter. Two of the four came through very well. There is a purple one also, but it's closer to the hill and about half the size of this one. A marvelous combination of colors.

Chives in their flowering stage, believe it or not. I'm not sure it helps the flavor of the herb, but they are surprisingly pretty.

Looking towards the hill on the side yard. What a riot of colors. Um, I'm ignoring the fairly bare spot just to the right where we removed the elder yesterday. We tossed around at least a dozen ideas yesterday. One this is certain, except for investing a native rose or two next fall, we have enough plants right here in the yard to do the job.

Anyway, we're looking at ground cover geraniums, roses on the verge of blooming, the chives. There are some blueberry bushes behind the chives.They've set on well this spring. All the little (and not so little) buzzing insects love those geraniums. I swear I've seen some bumblebees large enough to saddle and bridle this spring. At least for flower fairies.

Getting the hang of the "new and improved" way of handling pictures on AOL. I think the jury is deadlocked.

 

Saturday, May 19, 2007

EXPLORING

 

I posted this earlier in the month. Got the shot through the front window. Had two in the dogwood this morning.

 

Got one of my wishes today. We did some yard work early this morning. Took out the elder bush. It was just too big for our yard. Not only too big, but too enthusiastic. You can trim this bush in the fall and when it starts growing in the spring it takes off like crazy. Neither one of us could cope with pruning a shrub every year that produces a small pick up bed of trimmings every year, for one bush. So the elder is no more and we’ll put in much smaller replacements. I'll admit I felt bad about taking down a perfectly good, healthy shrub, but it just didn't work for our yard. The space looks so much larger with it gone. We've learned a lot in the last three and half years.

 

But, that wasn’t the wish I was talking about. We were done before 9:30 (and I started at 8:30, surprised the heck out of me that it took less than an hour) this morning and it was really quiet right then in the neighborhood, except for the birds singing, chirping, and flitting around. Realized that there was not one towhee but two checking out the dogwood. Didn’t even bother trying to get my camera. It would have been too hard to see the birds anyway. Anyway, they spent about ten minutes working through the tree and checking out the ground below it. Then they took off back to hill behind the house. They’re ground and bush feeders and it’s taken almost four years to tempt them to the front yard. The first visit of many I hope.

Friday, May 18, 2007

SOUTHERN SKIES

A long time exposure of the Milky Way viewed with the constellation of the Southern Cross in the foreground. Hard to believe that each little dot is a star of it's own. So many stars and I wonder how many of them have someone looking up at them while we look up too. I do wonder.

Monday, May 7, 2007

VISITOR AT THE FEEDER

Shot this through the window this morning. I believe the bird is a towhee. I've seen them in the backyard but this is the first time I've seen one at the seed feeder. I watched one pop up and down in the blueberries a couple of times. It was under the violet foliage. It would pop up, grab a berry and disappear. Repeat until little birdie tummy is full.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

FRONT YARD UPDATE

Right now we're between bloomings. So I put labels on some of the plants. We have some handmade stepping stones. Jon's football playing hands are so much bigger now.

Another shot of the plants coming on. The blue is a ground cover called lithadora. Blue and dainty.

Shot towards the south and the new kid on the block. The white lavender did not come through the winter. It did it's thing and did it well for two years. The newbie is blue oat grass. It doesn't take much breeze for it to wave at you and it should have some nice off white seed heads to wave in the wind. The big green leaves in the front are from autumn crocuses. God, they are huge this year. You get foliage in the spring and large crocus blossoms in the fall.

Ground cover strawberries, and two shrubby potentillas. The one is front is supposed to be pale pink and the one in back is yellow. The purple cone flower in coming up in the cluster of violets at the back. Poor thing barely came up last year. The huge lavenders were crowding them out.

Violas and wild bleeding heart. A delicate pale pink, much different from the what we usually see.

Ground cover geraniums,. ferns, an orange azalea, heather, and other goodies. Looking towards the north west.

Very nice.

 

 

BAKING AGAIN

Fresh baked challah. Baked on Saturday, didn't add anything extra this time around. Just good white bread. Surprsingly good actually.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

FIRST IRISES

The first irises are up and blooming.

This was a nice, fat, bud yesterday morning.

It was half open when I got home last night, and fully open this morning. We had rain today and the blossoms were still drippy when I took the pictures.

This is a smaller iris. Maybe eighteen inches or so compared to the better than three feet of the impressive bearded iris on the other side of the yard.

Absolutely stunning. Absolutely. Thank you, oh Creator.

 

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

SOUP DU JOUR

There is such a market for fancy cookware. There was a program on NPR a couple of years ago that was a real hoot and so subversive to the idea that you have to fill your kitchen with 
piles and piles of goodies.  However, a crock pot is an absolute necessity. LOL

I don’t remember the gals’ name but she takes folks on food tours though the French canal country. They travel by barge and the kitchens are tiny, tiny, tiny. From the sound of things she gets by with about three pans, some measuring equipment and a couple of knives. There’s probably no oven so bread and fresh produce is whatever is available at whatever little town they hit at meal time. In that spirit I offer this entry.

This makes an absolutely huge pot of soup. I take in my lunch all week. And we usually have at least one meal for both of us too. So, if you do this, either plan on embracing with your inner soup lover or scale things back a little. Also, any of the following ingredients are optional. This is how we like it. The variations are endless.

Ideally, yeah ideally, we would make our own beef, vegetable, and chicken stocks for this. We do use a couple of whole chickens a month and the carcasses do get cooked down for stock. For the other two, it comes out of a jar, looks like a cube and has a cute little foil wrapper. A messy, cute, little foil wrapper. Siiiiiigh.

We did try saving the trimmings from mushrooms and fresh vegetables for stock for awhile. Idealism crashed into the brick wall called reality. There’s mom and me. Period. It takes at least a month to even begin to accumulate enough little veggie bits to even THINK of getting out the stock pot.

During that time the big plastic bag with the veggie bits is taking up space in the freezer. To be honest there is only so much space in an upright side by side refrigerator/freezer and so many other things to put in it. Bread, muffins, sausage, pre made meatballs, strawberries, marion berries, blue berries. Forget the fiddly bits of veggie trimmings. They do very nicely dug into flower beds.

Anyway, we start with a large crock pot, two quarts of water or stock, four or five bouillon cubes if you don’t have stock, a small onion, and some mushrooms.

If you are really lucky you have access to a bulk food section that carries a dried veggie mix that’s used for a soup starter. If you want, also add about a quarter cup of the veggies, about a half cup of dried beans of your choice and about the same amount of rice or barley if those appeal to you. Chop the onion and the mushrooms, put everything in the crock pot and turn it on high. If you like carrots and celery chop a couple of carrots and a couple stalks of celery and toss them in too. Let it come to a boil while you do other things. It’ll probably take two or three hours for the beans to get done.

Meanwhile, check out the veggie crisper in the fridge. This is a good time to clean the fridge. Just about anything can go into the pot. Zuchinni, cabbage, those tomatoes that are getting a little past their prime, that half a batch of spinach or chard that’s a little wilted, those two orphan green onions that didn’t get added to the last salad. It’s all fair game. We also keep a stash of canned chopped tomatoes just for soup.

*Danger, Will Robinson, Danger* If you use beans that did not come out of a can for this make very, very sure they’re done before you add the tomatoes to the soup or you’ll be trying to chew little pebbles. Under done beans and tomatoes are not a good combination.

So chop your squash, dice up a good chunk of cabbage and get your tomatoes ready. I forgot to mention that we put garlic, lots of garlic in every batch.

This can be made with or without meat. If your inner carnivore is yelling “feed me, feed me” this week you can add any of the following: chicken, beef, meatballs made with Italian sausage, (if you don’t have time for meat balls, just brown off about half a pound of sausage and it will flavor the whole batch) chopped Polish sausage, good salami, leftover Easter ham, left over Thanksgiving turkey, this will take just about anything you want to add to it.

Once the beans and original veggies are done you can add the rest of the veggies and the meat. Bring it back to the boil and turn down to low. Once the new additions are done, you can turn it to keep warm and wait for dinner. Or eat dinner early. Some kind of bread, whatever fruit or salad you’ve got hangin’ around and you are pickin’ in tall cotton.

As for extra seasonings. It’s whatever floats your boat. Black beans, corn, squash, tomatoes and peppers. Red beans, rice, cabbage, tomatoes, garlic and Italian seasoning. Traditional beef stew or vegetable beef soup. We haven’t had a bad batch yet, and the pot gets hauled out once a week.

You can eat half and freeze half. Just be sure to check out the freezer once in awhile to make sure the frozen containers get eaten. These are very handy on days when you’d sooner kiss George Bush than go in that kitchen for anything but a glass of water.

And if it’s summer and you don’t want the crock pot in the kitchen, take it out to the garage. It works.