the way they see things…

i love the way kids see things we often miss. maybe it’s because they are physically closer to the ground and can scope things out better than us bunch of tall myopes.

but i’m pretty sure they see things differently because their minds aren’t cluttered with the bitty details of things that must be done and remembered. their synapses haven’t fired along the same path for decades as they have in our minds, creating a trodden down and well traveled road. their minds are open to so many new things, they have feelers out in every direction it seems, and they are able to see things in a way that is so refreshing to us “grown ups.”

the other day, this made its way to me, held within little hands, accompanied by this curious little question: “do you think maybe a woodpecker did this?”

i looked at it closely. turned it over in my hands. i had no idea. my first thought was termites, but it could very well have been a woodpecker. but more than that, how in the world did this child find this little bit of tree bark, amongst a garden full of vegetation? and not only that, made note of it long enough to realize there were little holes in it. this was no ordinary bit of bark. this bark had a story behind it.

i don’t have the story for this one or all the answers. but i am so glad for the young minds in my life that keep me seeing things in a new light.

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wordless wednesday

columbine

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these hands of mine…

i love my hands. i really do.

not because of what they look like, but because of all they can do.  my creativity pours out through my hands. and i’m far better at speaking “through” my hands than i am at talking. words flow naturally from them, by pen or by keyboard, while my mouth sometimes stumbles around trying to find the right word. or it just keeps shut while my mind whirrs by too quickly to capture the words i wish to say.

my hands let me do so much, feel so much, take so much in. my idea of torture is walking through a fabric store with gloves on. my hands sense the fibre content at first touch… and cringe accordingly at anything more than 20% synthetic ;-)  my fingers run along the rim of vintage dish and immediately pick up any irregularities or fine cracks. a small length of yarn between my fingers conjures up multiple ideas for what it can become, given a little time and a few thousand stitches, give or take…

and so you’d think i’d take good care of these hands that do so much.

hands and pots

{getting ready for a bit of container gardening}

a few years ago, when i was teaching yoga regularly, i would remind my students at the start of each class to “honour the way you feel today.” meaning, if you were able to do a certain asana (yoga posture) to a certain extent last time, it doesn’t mean by default that you should be able to do the same or more today. put expectations aside. we have different stresses and demands on our bodies, and our bodies respond fluidly. the only way we can keep up with our abilities is to really learn to listen to them. if we were able to touch our toes last week, yet can’t seem to get past our ankles today, don’t push it. ease off. listen and respect what your body is telling you. a big part of yoga is to shut off your mind (that endless chatterbox know-it-all) and to focus on the moment, the feeling of what is. right now.

and yet, this is exactly what i failed to do last week.

i was in the garden, using a hand-weeding tool for a number of days in a row. my hands began to ache, but i kept pushing through. “so much to do…”

and here i am now, typing slowly and carefully because i’ve really gone and messed up my hands. because i didn’t listen to those first twinges. i have shooting pains in the same hand that was holding the weeder and cultivator. i’ve iced, rested, elevated and used a splint at night (i have a habit of curling my hands inward while asleep; i’m sure i was a cat in another life… though i’m allergic to cats in this life, so who knows about that theory).

and i’m sure typing and repetitive motions don’t help. pretty much everything i do is repetitive…cook, clean, wash, sew, knit, change diapers, drink coffee… so i’m avoiding as many of those things as i can. which really means i’m not sewing, knitting, and i wont write* here nearly as often til this thing settles down. and i have booked an appointment to have it checked…

* my husband was looking up some voice-dictation software, and they are so horrible! he sounded like  “HAL” or that dog on the movie “up” at best. “hello. you. are. my. friend.” …and i don’t like talking to my computer. if i did, i wouldn’t be here doing this :-)

but yes, i’ll be taking it easy.

because i love my hands. i really do.

hands

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my $3.99 felting experiment

i found a sweater in the little girl’s section at goodwill. something about the neutral tones and subtle stripes made me pause and ponder. i’ve heard about people buying wool sweaters and then felting them or ripping them apart and making them into something else. but i’ve always felt a little strange about taking something perfectly fine which someone else could perhaps use, only to change it into something i want.

i kept wondering though. i had never felted anything before (well, not intentionally. there was “that” incident when i was a teenager…an oversized wool icelandic sweater my mom had knit which i had thrown in the dryer by mistake, only to have it come out too small to fit a toddler. i don’t like to think about that too much. being a knitter myself and knowing just how much work goes into a project of that magnitude, i marvel at my mom’s ability to not disown me right then and there.) and this seemed like a good candidate. i’m pretty sure it was some sort of wool, but i couldn’t be sure. this was the tag inside…

(if the photo looks familiar, i mentioned it here)

i’m sure it was some wool though. it had a few moth-eaten spots out of it…

and it was crazy itchy. the more i thought about it (really, i can convince myself of anything if i think on it long enough), the more i realized this sweater was probably donated because some poor little girl had worn it and itched like mad, pulled it off and never worn it again.  no, i would buy this sweater. and in doing so, i would save some unfortunate youngster from the discomfort of a moth-eaten itch-machine.  (see? convinced myself. quite easily done.)

so it came home with me…

now that i look at it, what an oddly shaped sweater it is too. no, no… i definitely should feel no guilt about taking this one off the racks. it was meant to be something else.

so into my sewing studio it went, meeting its fate with my rotary cutter…

a few snips, a few stitches, a whole lot of suds and washed with hot water twice, and…

not too shabby!

actually, it is very shabby. i left the edges raw and the felting process gave it that shaggy unkempt look. it closed up the moth-eaten holes too.

another nice result? the yarn softened up incredibly after the felting. huh. i was impressed, and can see the appeal of felting things.

this bag is going full-circle. i’m donating it back. i hope someone can enjoy it as much as i enjoyed making it.

$3.99 to learn a new craft and create something new (actually, $3.99 + soap and water, a bit of thread and a bit of my time)… worth every penny.

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deadheads…

no, this is not about fans of the grateful dead. but i know one such fan (ahem, you know who you are) who also “deadheads” her tulips.

deadheading is pruning or removing the flower after it has wilted. this is done to encourage more flower growth through the season, or to improve the appearance and health of the plant for the next growing season.

in the case of tulips, sadly, they only bloom once a season. but my how they bloom!

remember these beauties?

well, this is what they look like today…

i wish blogs had sound effects, because right now you’d be hearing that sad, “Wa-waa” sound (not waa as in crying or whining; more like the one that sounds like a sad trombone playing two tones from a minor scale. anyone?)

“deadheading” can be done when the petals are still on and have only wilted, as in the faded red tulips above. but i usually wait until after all the petals have fallen off…

this is the part i cut off, just snapping it between my fingers:

the thinking behind deadheading tulips is that when the petals fall off, the seed pod remains on the stalk. the plant uses a lot of nutrients from the soil to maintain the seed pod, which is the reproductive organ of the plant. you’ll also notice that the seed pod is green, which means it undergoes photosynthesis*, a process that uses up a lot of energy. removing the seed pod allows the plant to store the energy and nutrients in the bulb.

* to learn more than you’ve ever wanted to know about photosynthesis, read more about it here on wikipedia.

now, how about those leaves and stalks? cut them back now, or wait for them to die?

well, the jury is out on this one. some insist on cutting them back while they are still green. others let them turn yellow and dry out naturally, then cut them back when no green remains or when they are completely dried out.

if you wait long enough for them to completely dry out, a simple tug usually separates the stem and leaves from the bulb which remains undisturbed below the earth. i only know this because this is what i do with my tulips. they come up year after year, often larger and more numerous than the year before. but i’m sure others who have different techniques enjoy similar results.

i have read that when the leaves and stem are allowed to die naturally, the nutrients from photosynthesis are stored in the root. i admit though, it’s not much fun looking at dead and wilted vegetation in an otherwise lush garden. it’s like that in-between stage when you’re trying to grow out your hair. you know you really need a haircut, it’s too long to manage, but not long enough to put it in a pony tail or style otherwise. but persevere through the awkward phase, it’s worth it! ;-)

some people weave or braid the dying leaves (no really, i read it on the interweb, it must be true!). others plant hostas or colourful annuals around the base of tulips to hide this growth. me, i just endure it til they’re dead dead dead. because waiting for them to turn yellow and dry out is nothing compared to the wait for spring when you’re in the thick of a long canadian winter!

drop me a line and let me know what you do with your tulips as they wilt.

in the meantime, i’m going to enjoy my last remaining tulip bloom…


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