I started crocheting the blue green hat last month and finished it several days ago Then I crocheted a flower out of some leftover yarn and added it to the red hat that I crocheted a few years ago.
My crocheted hats
Category: Julie’s Bits
Our newest addition
We are all yeses
“We are all yeses. We are worthy enough, we passed inspection, we survived the great fetal oocyte extinctions. In that sense, at least — call it a mechanospiritual sense — we are meant to be. We are good eggs, every one of us.”
― Natalie Angier in “Women: An Intimate Geography”
Here’s a timely article to read as the new year begins:
The best thing for being sad
“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King
Danger Lurking at the Bird Feeder
He swooped down and got a chipmunk.
movie night
Watched a movie tonight while eating some takeout. Reminds me of the early days of my marriage.
Standing in line to VOTE
It took about 20 minutes to get through. Casted my vote and now waiting to see how the election turns out.
Sanctuary
I dwell in a forest of oak and pine
Where deer trails converge to a single line
That leads to a spring and a pond beyond.
Each night I drift off to peaceful sleep with ease
As Nature plays a rustling breeze
Through the scrubby brush and the tops of trees.
And I awaken each morning to the cardinal’s trill
With a lifted heart and a silent thrill
In knowing I belong to such beauty and grace
As the forest of oak and pine in this place.
I transverse the thoroughfares of working life
Amidst a jungle of concrete and steel, where
So much energy is wasted in the busy-ness and strife
Of productive occupation;
And where I am tossed in a roiling sea
Of mindless conversation.
I armor myself with competency and success
To blunt the blows and mute the stress of meaningless proliferation.
And at the end of a long, hard day,
I am more than glad to be on my way
Home to this forest of solitude and rest
That enfolds me in its loving breast
And fills my heart with home.
Autumn Cues
The summer heat continues, but
spiders spin their intricate webs,
hummingbirds urgently swarm porch feeders,
soon they depart on their perilous southern journey,
reds and oranges appear in the underbrush.
The shortening days signal the change that is coming,
and the spider lilies are blooming again.