TGIF 5.30.25

Hello Gentle Readers, The last two weeks of May came with cooler temperatures and some gentle light rains. Yesterday for a brief moment, a flock of cedar waxwings flitted about the serviceberry tree just out from the deck. Now and then I see them in the neighborhood but to have them so near was a treat. Having the bright little goldfinches in and out of the yard brings sunshine on cloudy days. 

I recently had a surgical repair and am recovering. The procedure went well but recovery has been more challenging than I thought. My husband is taking good care of me. So here I am taking it easy and slowly rejoining the world. 

On this Friday, I am thinking about all of the support we have received from family and friends in the last few months. We are very grateful for all of it and will pay it forward. Still, thoughtful support varies with recipients. It doesn't have to be grand. Meals are often welcome but kind words and simple gentle messages with no strings attached are just as powerful. The immediate post operative period can be tricky for the patient and the caregiver. Schedules and bodies are unpredictable. Even in grief, rest is paramount, and social interaction requires energy. 

I am ever so grateful for the gentle rains of the last few days. The air is fresh and not so full of dust and pollen. The trees are lush. Rain without violent storms is wonderful. Rainy days were a restful backdrop for recovering. I reread one of my favorite novels, Astrid and Veronika by Linda Olsson. This is a quiet story of two women taking care of each other and becoming friends. 

I am inspired by students training in the medical professions at the University of Nebraska Medical Center. I encountered residents training beside the surgeon and the anesthesiologist. At a follow up appointment, I watched two student nurses introduce themselves to RN's. They seemed to be there for observation and training with seasoned staff. Young compassionate faces enthused by the science and practice of medicine is a reason to hope. 

Fun this week is on the sedate side. Late April I planted some lettuce seed in a large pot to keep it off the ground and away from the critters. I harvested some this week to eat with egg salad and it was a treat. For Mother's Day, my son gave me a generous coffee card to Scooters, a midwest coffee shop franchise. I'm looking forward to having a fancy coffee and trying out some of the fruit smoothies on the menu. 

Anyway, all is well. I am recovering. I am reading all of your news but probably will not comment on all I missed.  I enjoy the to and fro of our conversations and hope to be holding up my end soon. Take good care. Enjoy these last sweet days of May. 

A Sweater, A Sock, and A Washcloth

Hello Gentle Readers. Happy May. All the deciduous trees have leafed out, the sky is bright blue, and the day promises to be very warm. The neighborhood changes almost daily. I was surprised to see a purple clematis blooming and twining around the pole of a street lamp. The iris love these warm days.  Although it is very dry again, not having rain means the iris stand tall and gorgeous. The purple ones remind me of my Grandmother Helen. She often took my sister and I outdoors to pick a bouquet for the table. As we got older, she sent us by ourselves. We used her heavy silver and red kitchen shears to snip whatever flowers we wanted. She was generous with all nine of her grandchildren. 

Today is Unraveled Wednesday with Kat and friends. I enjoy reading all the posts about making, reading, and life. I worked on three projects this past week. As I took the photo, I thought about the walking-into-the bar genre of jokes. "So a sweater, a sock, and a washcloth walked into a bar . . . " Although I am not a bar person, I'm sure some knitter could come up with a creative joke involving unraveling. 

This week I knit on the washcloth in waiting rooms and social gatherings. I worked on the socks in odd short moments. Evenings I knit on the sweater with a cup of tea or ice water. I'm making progress on all three which should tell you something about the dust in my house. On Mother's Day evening, I completed the bind-off on the sweater body. Last night while winding a skein for the sleeves, I found six knots. Rats. Luckily, I have another. 

I read Master Slave Husband Wife by Ilyon Woo. This is the story of William and Ellen Craft who escape enslavement by using keen intellect and clever disguise. The Craft's escape, in plain sight, to Philadelphia and then Boston is only the beginning of their story. With unmatched bravery and also putting themselves in danger of being returned to their enslavers, they participated in the Abolitionist lecture circuit in the United States and then England. In this complex well researched nonfiction, the author writes an individual story set against the larger story of slavery. She clearly identifies points of speculation and doesn't attempt tidy conclusions. My sister recommended the book to me and I'm glad she did. 

I'll leave you with a photo of a gorgeous neighborhood iris. Likely I'll be away from this space for a week or so but will be back soon. All is well and I hope also with you. In the meantime, a sweater, a sock, and a washcloth walked into a bar. And . . . ? 

Hello May

Hello Gentle Readers. May begins with bright warm Spring days. The birds sing and flowers bloom. Iris in my yard and the neighborhood are beginning to bloom. The lily of the valley by the front steps are also blooming. Saturday five bright Goldfinches flitted around the tube feeder attached to the deck. Two perched on the feeder while the other three traded places in line. Some kind of pecking order was being established. 

Today is Unraveled Wednesday with Kat and company. Thank you to Kat for hosting the link-up post. I continue to make good progress on the Red Forager sweater. I plan to knit another inch on the body and then start the ribbing. The four row repeat of the mock cables in the center back and front as well as two at each side break up the stockinette knitting. The yarn, needles, and pattern are a good match. The knitting is peaceful and the sweater has been good company these days.

I am also knitting a pair of scrappy socks. Once upon a time, I tried to knit the leftovers of the periwinkle into some project. The little odd sized balls, along with other scraps of the same shade, were in a bag together in my stash. The white yarn also comes from various skeins. Last Fall I knit this pattern, another design with slipped stitches every so many rows. It's a good pattern for scraps or a self-striping yarn. 

I am currently reading A Passionate Mind in Relentless Pursuit: The Vision of Mary McLeod Bethune by Noliwe Rooks. The authors' grandmother trained to become teacher at Bethune Cookman University, a school began by Mrs. Bethune. Rooks is a professor and chair of the Department of Africana Studies at Brown University. 

Mrs. Bethune was a remarkable woman and the only Black American whose statue, representing Florida, stands in Statuary Hall in the U. S. Capitol. How that came to be is one of many fascinating stories in this biography. She considered education and the welfare of young Black Americans to be essential. To this end she founded a school for black girls that became Bethune Cookman University as well as a hospital. She enlisted the aid of Eleanor and Franklin D. Roosevelt as well as Harry Truman in many of her civil rights endeavors including being instrumental in establishing the Tuskegee Airman's Institute.  

The biography begins with Bethune's "Last Will and Testament" published in Ebony Magazine and written by her to bequeath wisdom to the next generation. You may have read the first sentences of sections sometimes published separately. She began, "I LEAVE YOU LOVE. . . .  I LEAVE YOU HOPE."  Among other statements, she included,  "I LEAVE YOU A THIRST FOR EDUCATION. . . . I LEAVE YOU RESPECT FOR THE USES OF POWER."  (Caps were used in this biography.) Bethune's life is an inspiration and a lesson for today.  She was a remarkable woman. I recommend this well written biography.  

I wish you good making and reading this week. 

Ravelry Links

Red Forager

Scrappy Cold Brew Socks

 

April's End

Hello Gentle Readers. April ends with rain showers. I will miss the April light shining on the fresh new green of trees and other foliage. Soon the gentle unfolding of Spring will give way to the rapid growth of May. The lilacs are almost spent while the bleeding heart blooms. Lily of the Valley have visible buds. Usually these plants bloom in the second week of May. 

I'm late in writing because this morning I was at a monthly gathering of my Crafting friends. We call ourselves the Crafters, although only a couple of us bring handwork anymore. We have met monthly for over forty years. I joined them in 1984, a year we held a bridal shower for one member. Now we age together. One very spry great grandmother recently celebrated her 90th birthday. The youngest is in her late 60's with the rest of us in between. We met each other working in the public schools Special Education department. Most of us wanted a few hours a month to stitch, knit, or craft.  It's good to have friends. 

Kat is on vacation but Wednesday is still a day to post. I enjoy knitting on the Red Forager sweater. I knit a smaller size because a sweater or two from years past ended up too big. To make sure the yoke depth was good and the armhole the right size, I knit part of one sleeve. There is a tiny ball of yarn cinched up inside the stitches on waste yarn. I've tried it on multiple times, blocked it once and it fits. Whew. Knitting a sweater that fits always feels like a crap shoot but I've learned a few things from reading your blogs. So thank you. 

This week I read The Mighty Red by Louise Erdrich. Monday I watched an interview with Erdrich about this novel. She talked about growing up in the valley of the Red River that runs north on the border of Minnesota and North Dakota before it empties into Lake Winnipeg in Manitoba, Canada. Erdrich talked about her respect for farmers but also noted the irony in growing sugar beets in this rich fertile valley. How is it that "a nutrition-less substance" is grown on such fertile land? She also stated her characters flow from the geographical setting and indeed these characters were connected to the river, albeit in different ways. There is a strong sweet mother/daughter connection as well as some beautiful descriptions of the area. I loved the stories of the quirky but very human characters in all kind of love relationships. For me, Erdrich and her writing are a treasure. 

Here's my bit of personal irony. The previous week I read The Frozen River and for no particular reason overlapped it with The Mighty Red. In the former novel, the river is most often threatening and recognized as commercial benefit to those who use their access for milling and transporting lumber out of the Maine forest. In Erdrich's novel, the river takes but also gives life. However her characters are more connected to and part of the river and it's valley.  I found this to be a thought provoking comparison. I'm not taking anything away from the author of The Frozen River because it has a strong important emphasis on a women's rights. However Erdrich's perspective, coming from her heritage as part Native American, has much to teach us about the place of human beings in the natural world.  I'm still thinking about all of this. And of course, the sweater I'm knitting is red. Sometimes life is full of coincidence. 

What are you learning from your reading this week?

 

April Skies

Hello Gentle Readers. The April landscape is an extravaganza of clouds, the color green, and blooms. What a balm for the weary soul. I love the constantly shifting shades of periwinkle blue that come and go depending on the light and clouds. Easter Sunday, a gentle rain fell and the temperature dropped. We had a quiet day at home, enjoying a brunch casserole, spinach salad, and lemon bars. We also chatted with both our children. 

Monday afternoon, the sun warmed my back as I raked leaves from around the air conditioner and cleaned up a small bed of coreopsis near the front porch. As I pulled weeds, I noticed lilacs beginning to bloom.

Today is Wednesday, the day to link with Kat and the other Unravelers and post about making and reading. Sunday afternoon, I finished the Garden Sprinkle Socks. The pattern by Anne Vally of Little Skein, was great knitting while helping my husband recover from surgery. It had enough interest but was also easy to put down in the middle of a round. I continue knitting on the red sweater but that's a story for another day.

We've had so much dust and pollen, I put a towel underneath my project. 

I cast on a new shawl from stash yarn. A while back, I began a blue shawl that requires closely following a chart. I love the pattern and the yarn, but now is not the time to work on it. The pattern for this shawl is "What you want is in your stash box." Once underway, the patterning in this shawl feels intuitive and repetitive. My plan is to knit one half with each of the yarns. Shawl knitting is comfort knitting for me.

As for reading, I have just begun The Frozen River by Ariel Lawhon. I'm late to this reading party but am enjoying this historical fiction. The novel takes place in 1789 and is based on an incident in the life of Martha Ballard, a midwife who lived in Maine. Ballard is a force and devoted to caring for and defending women who have few rights in that time and place. The story is engaging and relevant to the rights of women in our time. Quite a number of years ago I read A Midwife's Tale: The Life of Martha Ballard, Based on her Dairy, 1785-1812 by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, a work of nonfiction. I can't remember much about the book so I plan to see if I can get a library copy and refresh my memory. I think it will be interesting to compare the two accounts.  

I hope April skies bring you joy, sunshine, and a little rain. 

 Ravelry Links

March Socks

Spring Shawl

     

Hello

Hello Gentle Readers. All is well here. I thank you all for your kind words, good thoughts, and earnest prayers. As of today, my husband is two weeks post hip surgery and doing well. Modern medicine is a gift and a privilege.  Here, Spring weather swings between warm and cool days with plenty of wind. Tulips, daffodils, hyacinths as well as the ornamental trees bloom. The lilac bush next to the southeast corner of the house has small purple buds. Alas, the weeds also grow like crazy. I haven't had time to pull the first round but I hope to get out soon.  A soaking rain would help. The soil is so dry the few weeds I yanked on broke off just above ground.  

On this Wednesday, we have enough routine that I will link this post with Kat and the Unravelers. My making isn't too exciting. I made progress on the Garden Sprinkle socks at the hospital and home. I am working on the second foot. I am a bit tired of these socks so it will be nice to have them finished. Sometime between the end of March and now, I knit on the Forager Sweater and have the sleeves on waste yarn. I am enjoying this project although I need to get going because the days are coming when I won't want a wool sweater on my lap. 

At the end of March I did a bit of spinning. I had high hopes for this Rambouillet Fiber from Three Waters Farm. The colorway is Blueberries and Wine. This first small skein from half of this roving looks muddy to me. I need to think about how to manage colors in the rest of the fiber. The fiber is nice to work with and it wasn't compacted in a braid.  

I read No Two Persons by Erica Bauermeister, the next selection for my local book group. This fiction reads almost like a collection of short stories. The book begins with the circumstances that lead a young woman to write a book, Theo, with an open ending. Each story follows a different character in a different time and place reading Theo. Some of the characters and their stories appealed to me more than others. Two of them I wanted to shake into common sense but then I have the benefit of age. The novel was an entertaining average read for me.

The book, A Brief Atlas of the Lighthouses at the End of the World in the photo was a Christmas gift from my daughter. Each of the thirty entries features a lighthouse, describing the architecture, location, and a brief history. I read one or two stories each week. It ended up in the photo by accident so I thought I'd mention it. This must be my week for short stories. 

I'm glad to be here and wish you all a good week. Happy Easter to those who celebrate. What are you working on these Spring days?

 

Hello April

Hello Gentle Readers. As I write on Tuesday, the sky is gray and treetops sway in a stiff breeze. The day promises to be even more windy, blowing in evening rain. Yesterday was cool but the sun was out. Daffodils, hyacinths bloom. Ornamental pear trees flower two weeks ahead of schedule. A few tulip buds wait for warmer days. Spring unfolds into April.

Wednesday, I hope to find time to link this post with Kat and the Unravelers. My knitting is coming along but doesn't look much different than last week. I saved the second sock for hospital waiting room duty. I have a few more rows on the Forager sweater and then will separate the sleeves from the body. 

I continue to enjoy adding to my stitch journal. I created this feather, another k3n cloth tales design. I used fabrics of gray-blue in honor of the sandhill cranes. Behind it is an abbreviated version of long quote from Paul Johnsgard's book, Crane Music, p. 37 "There is a river in the heart of North America that annually gathers together the water largess of melting Rocky Mountain snowfields . . .  The river is the Platte. There is a season in the heart of North American that is an unpredictable day-to-day battle . . . The season is Spring. There is a bird in the heart of North America that is perhaps even older than the river . . . The bird is the sandhill crane." This passage in the natural history/science volume is, to me, the most beautiful in the book. 

Next I followed Kat's example and link to Karen Turner, the creator of this charming group of women, to stitch a piece in honor of Women's History Month. Given that I plunked a moon in the sky, the piece could have had a dark fabric as a background. Oh well, l count it as artistic license. The words that go with this piece are a poem that I began after the Women's March in January 2017. I can still remember the comradery of friends on that cold crisp bright January day. This year Apple and Google removed Women's History Month and International Women's Day from their calendars. 

We Will Not Be Silent  

January 17, 2017

On this sun-kissed day, women

wrap arms around each other.

We stand shoulder to shoulder

feet firmly on the ground.

Hips sway but we stay.

We laugh from our bellies, give a

thumbs up to the little girl,

the one whose sign speaks for justice.

We walk. Hips sway but we stay.

Prairie sisters to the woman rocked by

waves in the harbor. We bend

with the wind, force light into shadow.

We walk. Hips sway but we stay.

Late afternoon we lock arms and sing.

Vibrations from hearts echo

across the country. We will not be silent.

We sing, we sway, but we stay. 

Jane A. Wolfe

July 11, 2019

Inspired by Lucille Clifton’s poem, Homage to My Hips 

and the Women’s March, January 25, 2017

copyright Jane A. Wolfe

I am currently listening to Michelle Obama read her second book, The Light We Carry: Overcoming in Uncertain Times. I'm not sure there is anything new or earthshaking in this book but she expresses herself well and illustrates ideas such as being kind with yourself and fostering a group of friends with interesting stories. She is also warm, compassionate, and honest. In this noisy world, her voice is lovely. In my opinion the book would be an excellent gift for any young woman. I'd love to have read it during my late teens and early twenties. 

I can hear the wind picking up so I may or may not walk today. I am going to deliver our mail-in-ballots (primary election) to the office of the election commissioner this afternoon. 

Happy April! I plan to savor some part of each April day, even the dandelions.