Yesterday, Puttermeister posted about one of the frustrations of knitting for muggles. (What we knitters call our non-knitting friends and neighbours, with obvious borrowing from JK Rowling). While many muggles are appreciative recipients of knitted…
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Yesterday morning I woke early enough to watch this beautiful sunrise. Sitting on the deck with my tea, feeling spectacularly lucky, blessed, peaceful.In the photo below, the rising sun outlines our arbutus, the one on…
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After those very busy posts of last week, the hairdos, the domestic goddesses, the dogwashing, you know, all that fun, it’s time for some calm around here. Paul and I have had a quiet weekend…
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Hawksley Workman’s gorgeously mournful “Autumn’s Here” keeps playing in my head, altho’ I’m so far refusing to actually pull out the CD. Besides the jellyfish washing up on the beach and the blackberries ripening faster…
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You’ll be glad to know I got out of theresting-free, and I ended up with this bowl of goodiesI played around with them for a while — you know, squished them, added oodles of sugar,…
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