March winds! So awful.
Right now I’m glad I’m renting as the yard is littered with limbs and there’s a long piece of siding laying on the deck.
I’ve been perfecting my oatmeal brown bread and freezing lots of it!
It’s a pretty foolproof recipe as long as the yeast is good. The basic recipe is from Kings Landing historic site but I’ve added more molasses.
I also hooked up my version of dancing rabbits.
The “brown” background is actually mottled with pinks and greens and browns. This is Saundra’s challenge— of Woodland Junction— and it was fun. My finished is 4.5x 14.5” and I hooked a playful border with jute twine I use for gardening!
I’ve also finished repair on the hooked rug I bought.The one that had far more dirt than I could have guessed.
Look at the charming attempts at repair of another owner. I left those in place.
Someone cared about this mat. I love that.
A woman from the people with mental illness day centre has returned to our hooking group after a long absence.
She is a confident artist IMO; she takes a piece of linen, draws a few guidelines with a sharpie and just hooks with a keen eye for colour.
The sights of the Nashwaak River breaking up and the birdsong of returning winged things are signs of Spring in New Brunswick.
They encourage my heart and keep my anxieties of word events contained.
Beautiful in its own right!
And I picked up a book first published in 1907 which promises to keep my mind on Abba and Creation. It’s called “The Shepherd of the Hills” and
by Harold Bell Wright.
Do you draw strength from the old things too?
I love how you did the hooked piece very sweet.
I am drawing strength from keeping the tv off and doing pretty much what you are walking every chance I get, baking, and reading. I hooked with a couple of other women yesterday that are new to me. It was a great diversion, and the world events were not brought up once.
We have sticks and limbs sticking out of the snow, so I know it is a big job once the snow is gone.
Cathy you sound like a kindred spirit indeed. Today I’ll be baking a dark, fragrant gingerbread. Along with the limbs all over the yard is dog poop. But that is the landlord’s dog so… as the saying goes: “ not my circus not my monkeys.”
Oh I'm familiar with all limbs both huge and small. That problem has persisted ever since the first snow of this year where pine trees laden with snow snapped. While I've lopped off the limbs with pine needles the bulk still remains waiting my neighbor to chainsaw them into length I'm able to drag to back woods.
Love how you hooked your Dancing Bunnies vertically !!! And the jute for binding !!!
We have a yard covered with limbs & dog poop too ...will be busy cleaning up the yard !!!! Your bread looks delicious !!!
But it is lovely to have a yard filled with trees! I help my folks put pine limbs through their shredder when I visit them in NC. They reuse the mulch.
Thanks! I thought I was getting out of hooking background by doing them this way but I had a surprising whack of background.
Our town collects spring debris so this helps the landlord and I lend a hand too.
The loaf of bread looks delicious and has such a lovely crust color.
I like your creativity on the dancing bunnies and the jute finish. I've picked up my hook again but haven't had much free time to hook lately. There always seems something more pressing to do.
I'm impressed by the lady's moose rug and her design. She is doing an amazing job. She sounds very talented.
The St John River is still frozen in front of our house and the River Watch is officially opened for 2022 but I haven't heard of any reports yet.
Good Morning! I love the design of your rug. I really like that. I love seeing that river breaking up. Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I have bid on things online, but the energy being in person is so fun. We haven't been open here in California in two years so that may have added to the excitement.
My grandmother since I was a little girl would tell me about this book she loved called Shepherd of the Hills by Harold Bell Wright. Sadly she had given her copy away. It took years but I finally got a copy. Such a wonderful story. Later, a lady who read my blog said, her
great-grandmother was baptized by the Shepherd of the Hills. I had no idea at the time it was based on a real man. It gives me shivers just telling you this story, as I have never met anyone before who has read that book. That is a very nice.
Love your rendition of Dancing Rabbits too! It was nice to go outside this morning to hear the birds singing again. Spring is almost here. Janice
What a fun Dancing Bunnies rug. They must be baby bunnies ;-)
Awww...your bunnies are so creative and fun! So many versions, variations, color palettes and tweaks.... The yard here is going to be a mess come The Melt...but it's going to be a while before that happens. Yes, the temps were warm enough today to melt...and are supposed to stay that way for a bit...but it is still all white out there. And when the white finally goes, it will be quite a while where you won't be able to walk on the lawn without "sloshing." I have that book on my to-read list. Another blogger (relatively) recently blogged about it and had me intrigued. Glad to hear a second (and third counting Kim's) recommendation of it. Your bread looks amazing!! ~Robin~
Julia, I wondered about the St John. It’s always dicey in the spring isn’t it? I’ve had some time to hook but my thoughts are turning to garden planning. Thanks for your compliments.
I have read only the introduction so far as I had to finish a book club read. I am eager to open it and start in earnest. Reading your memories will make it more special. And your great grandmother was baptized by the shepherd??! Crazy coincidence! I look forward to sharing notes
Thank you Janice. The turning of the seasons brings stability to affairs of the world. A very sure reminder that time passes
For sure- baby bunnies. I notice one baby seems to have gotten more mommas milk than the puny siblings. That would be from my tendency to pack my loops 🤣
We should definitely comment on our blogs about the book.
Have you read Gladys Taber? I love her true accounts of her life in New England so long ago.
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