Category Archives: forest

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Pandas and the toughest yarn

After my sister died, I eventually got a box from her home.

People were cleaning it out. My cousin Ko, my friend Caroline, other friends.

Among other things, they sent part of her yarn stash.

What they sent me was the very very fine yarn and the fuzzy yarn. The mohair.

Oh gosh, I thought, they sent me the toughest yarn.

Well, as part of the dealing with the ADHD/OCD antibody annoyance, which makes me wired while the OTHER antibodies make me physically not able to do much, what am I doing?

Sorting my yarn stash, for one. I have a LOT of that lovely fuzzy soft superfine mohair and other superfine yarns. It is tricky to work with because the fine needles are hard on the hands and because if you screw up, it’s hard to take it out. I know some of the tricks: freezing the sweater is one. It makes it easier for the fibers to untangle.

I’ve also been sorting the knitting books and magazines. I have more books. My mother gave me a whole hardcover book on edges and casting on. I’ve used it twice so far. But now I am home, buzzing with antibodies (yeah, sometimes it feels like ants or bees or pins. On the inside.) and so: knit.

And lo, I find this book. Fine knitting. It even has a mohair t-shirt pattern! Awesome, I am going to be knitting up some of my sister’s mohair. Wonderful. I think she’d approve. Also, I plan to be just as glam and sultry as the woman on the cover, heh.

I think I’ll submit this to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Country Comfort.

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Last photo

From Bushboys world, a “last on the card” contest, with the last photo on the phone or card.

I knew exactly which photo was there. I took it last night after spending a couple hours trying to remember how to set up the tree tent. Got it, though should still mess with it a little. It’s tricky if the trees aren’t an equilateral triangle. Which is nearly always.

I lay on the platform in the sun for a while yesterday before the tent part was up. It’s supposed to rain today. I really got the wrong tent when I got this one, it’s not really suited to the Pacific Northwest. I still love it.

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hummer

No snow now, but the Anna’s hummingbirds were guarding the feeder most of the time when it was cold, especially when I would thaw it. One especially cold hungry day, it dive bombed me when I went to wrap a warm towel around the feeder to warm it up. Fierce little birds!

But it also did the behavior pictured. I think it’s beak cleaning, but it sure looks like sharpening. Just like sharpening a knife.

a hummingbird doing beak care
a hummingbird doing beak care
hummingbird drawing the beak up the branch
drawing the beak up the branch
hummingbird grooming feathers on back
feather care too. I am not that limber.
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Mundane Monday #201: contrast

For Mundane Monday #201, my prompt is contrast. I like the contrast of the sunlit leaves behind the dark mystery bird in this picture. This is taken on North Beach yesterday. I am not sure if this is an immature bald eagle or a golden eagle.

Link your contrast photographs or experiment with contrast and I will post links next week.

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Last week’s prompt was crop.

Mama Cormier sends the food aspect of crop.

The Photo Junkie sends a gorgeous yellow crop.

Bushboy is cropping photographs to a different world.

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cracks

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: fault.

I realized last night that I had not put up the prompt, and got back up to do it. My daughter called while I was thinking and told me about segmentation faults. I wrote the poem this morning.

cracks

people talk about me

whisper gossip
social skills aren’t right

they only see now

I had to grow in cracks
hold on tightly
find nourishment where I could
not fall
survive

if they could see my roots
if they could see
where I had to grow
no choice

maybe they would be kinder