Getting Current
Don just noticed the first carpenter bee. On the second day of spring. And I told him that he must be excited because now he can use the bug zapper that I found him for Christmas. The ladybugs will move outside and the carpenter bees will start boring holes in our house to lay their eggs for next spring. Don has used a badminton bat in the past to go out to defend our shack. The new zapper looks like a badmiton bat but it takes them out with a touch. Sounds pretty violent. He's defending our mountain home.
One day we have spring and the next day we have snow. But when the snow melts there are all the buds and tiny leaves sprouting. We have new yellow roses sent from Colorado from Bonnie and Bruce's house, to plant along the fence. And I have begun raking the hill down from the fence to the road, scraping away all that I can carry to be burned in our cement block outdoor fireplace. I will plant the wild flower seeds this year for sure; even though I am no gardener, they should just pop out and be festive along the road.
Reading Sue Monk Kidd's newsletter (she wrote The Secret Life of Bees), I found a splendid idea for any of us who might be interested. At www.threadproject.com we can read about participating in a project for collecting threads of our lives, one each, to add to the millions of other threads to make a weaving, then several weavings for a world of threads. " What if tens of thousands of people from all over the world sent individual threads that would be woven into a vast world cloth? 'Some say the world is hanging by a thread,' she told me. 'But maybe a thread is all we need.'"
Ms. Monk's thread was a bit of ribbon from her child's baby shoe added to a yellow shoelace from her own baby shoe, suggesting to her " all the wobbly, infant steps we must take toward a new way of being human." I'll do this. Haven't decided what I could choose. I could send a thread from the DANIEL, 4 YEARS weaving, or a piece of cloth from the blue and white quilt that Sharon made for me, or a piece of yarn from my Julie afghan. I have so many threads of my life to choose from. If you decide to take part in this project please let me know what you choose.
One day we have spring and the next day we have snow. But when the snow melts there are all the buds and tiny leaves sprouting. We have new yellow roses sent from Colorado from Bonnie and Bruce's house, to plant along the fence. And I have begun raking the hill down from the fence to the road, scraping away all that I can carry to be burned in our cement block outdoor fireplace. I will plant the wild flower seeds this year for sure; even though I am no gardener, they should just pop out and be festive along the road.
Reading Sue Monk Kidd's newsletter (she wrote The Secret Life of Bees), I found a splendid idea for any of us who might be interested. At www.threadproject.com we can read about participating in a project for collecting threads of our lives, one each, to add to the millions of other threads to make a weaving, then several weavings for a world of threads. " What if tens of thousands of people from all over the world sent individual threads that would be woven into a vast world cloth? 'Some say the world is hanging by a thread,' she told me. 'But maybe a thread is all we need.'"
Ms. Monk's thread was a bit of ribbon from her child's baby shoe added to a yellow shoelace from her own baby shoe, suggesting to her " all the wobbly, infant steps we must take toward a new way of being human." I'll do this. Haven't decided what I could choose. I could send a thread from the DANIEL, 4 YEARS weaving, or a piece of cloth from the blue and white quilt that Sharon made for me, or a piece of yarn from my Julie afghan. I have so many threads of my life to choose from. If you decide to take part in this project please let me know what you choose.
posted by Barbara Buttel @ 12:33 PM
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