Sunday, February 28, 2010
Work, work, work
During a previous set-up at Cottontails
My first spring craft show will be Cottontails next weekend.
I'll be in normal chicken-with-head-cut-off running around mode this next week, working on all those last-minute things that I think will take 10 minutes and invariably end up taking 3 hours.
So, of course it is the perfect time to start a new project! A page on Facebook for the soap biz.
Come be my fan. See behind the soapmaking scenes. Get special deals on my handmade soap and other lovelies. Help me expand my "fan base" beyond just relatives who owe me money.
I'll endeavor to be at least 50% less annoying than a telemarketer, and I promise never to call during dinner.
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Not calling during dinner offer does not apply to relatives.
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My booth at Cottontails will be Azalea 1202. Come see me!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Boat in the woods
Sure, lots of people have boats on the river, or boats at the lake.
If you want to be really trendy, try a boat in the woods. It doesn't go very fast, but there's no danger of drowning.
I really thought this boat would have fallen totally apart by now, but she's still hanging in there. (Here it is in 2006.)
It used to say, "Jazz Feeds". I've no idea why anyone would paint an ad on the side of their boat.
This one makes me feel like a sort of tumbledown Walker Evans, only 1000% less likely to take a good photograph.)
Maybe I really should plant something in it.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Cat Parables
Monday, February 22, 2010
Spring Break
It was warm! It was dry! Very unusual for our winter this year. I was afraid we'd missed the bluebells coming up, since last year by this time they'd been budding for at least a week.
There was no sign of bluebells at all, though; not a single leaf was sprouting. It's been cold. Unceasingly, mind-numbingly, give-no-quarter cold.
We did find a few little decumbent trilliums poking up (Trillium decumbens).
There were very few of them. These individuals were on one of the warmer, sunnier slopes. I thought I heard one of them sqeak, "First!"
A single budding Toothwort was nearby.
I was sure we'd find a few Hepatica blooming, but we had to be satisfied with their lovely leaves.
We grilled some salmon, took a nap, went on this little hike, then lounged in the sun. It was nearly 70°F (21°C). It's been so cold and wet and dreary lately. It was wonderful to have a break from all that, even if it was just for one weekend.
We cleaned up in the garden a little, pulling dry vines off their supports. This had been maddening, gloppy work when they were wet. We didn't even care that we were probably popping off dozens of morning glory seeds straight into the garden soil. There are hundreds of them there already. No, probably more like thousands. They were in this dirt when it was brought in. Every spring, we pluck the sprouts with zeal, but by summer's end the morning glories have always won the battle. But on a weekend like this, we just didn't care.
There was no sign of bluebells at all, though; not a single leaf was sprouting. It's been cold. Unceasingly, mind-numbingly, give-no-quarter cold.
We did find a few little decumbent trilliums poking up (Trillium decumbens).
There were very few of them. These individuals were on one of the warmer, sunnier slopes. I thought I heard one of them sqeak, "First!"
A single budding Toothwort was nearby.
I was sure we'd find a few Hepatica blooming, but we had to be satisfied with their lovely leaves.
We grilled some salmon, took a nap, went on this little hike, then lounged in the sun. It was nearly 70°F (21°C). It's been so cold and wet and dreary lately. It was wonderful to have a break from all that, even if it was just for one weekend.
We cleaned up in the garden a little, pulling dry vines off their supports. This had been maddening, gloppy work when they were wet. We didn't even care that we were probably popping off dozens of morning glory seeds straight into the garden soil. There are hundreds of them there already. No, probably more like thousands. They were in this dirt when it was brought in. Every spring, we pluck the sprouts with zeal, but by summer's end the morning glories have always won the battle. But on a weekend like this, we just didn't care.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Low
Around the time I wrote my last post, my mother-in-law became sick. She died before the new year.
I've wanted to talk about this, but every time I try, I get stuck, not to mention extremely sad. So I'm just going to have to leave it at these few lines, if I'm ever going to move on and write anything else.
A lot of people make jokes about their in-laws, but mine was the best. I really miss her.
I've wanted to talk about this, but every time I try, I get stuck, not to mention extremely sad. So I'm just going to have to leave it at these few lines, if I'm ever going to move on and write anything else.
A lot of people make jokes about their in-laws, but mine was the best. I really miss her.
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