I missed both March and April Yarn Alongs, but that doesn’t
mean I haven’t been knitting or reading.
I finished the Ten Stitch blanket I was making for our oldest
grandchild’s birthday. It took all of
March and most of April to accomplish it.
In truth, she received it a week late.
I also included here a picture of one of our granddaughters wearing her
jumper to the St. Patrick’s Day parade.
I knitted three of those for Christmas for the three youngest
granddaughters. Now I’m working on a
sweater for myself! The last photo of
knitting on the needles is the progress I’ve made in a little over a week.
I finished reading The
Age of Light, a fictional story of Lee Miller. I did not know who Miller was until one day I
heard the author interviewed on Here and
Now on NPR. Listening to the author
speak about Miller’s life intrigued me so much.
The Age of Light is mostly
about her life before WWII in Paris when she was learning to be a photographer
living with Man Ray. During her life, she
continued to reinvent herself and succeeded in three different careers. And now that I’ve
finished this book I intend to read a biography of her.
Currently, I’m reading A
Journal of Solitude by May Sarton, published in 1973. I love reading journals, bits, and pieces of
someone’s everyday life. I’ve kept a
journal on and off since I was a child and consistently as an adult. The reason I mention the copyright date is
that she wrote it during the Nixon years.
I’m nearly halfway through and she hasn’t written a lot about politics. But when she has, the comparisons to today
are jarring and unsettling and the realization that we have not come very far
or made things better is sad to come to terms with.
Right now there’s an abundance of great things I’m watching,
from PBS Sunday evening shows to Game of
Thrones. Thank goodness for
DVRs. Also from the library, I’m watching
the series Genius: Picasso by
National Geographic. Watching this following reading about Lee Miller has made
me wish I could time travel to Paris’s
golden age of Picasso, Miller, Hemingway and Gertrude Stein!
In between knitting and reading I made a couple of bunnies from cut magazine pages and eight bandana bunnies
for the grandchildren’s Easter baskets.
This year we hosted an egg hunt and Easter dinner for 15 adults and 8 grandchildren. We had so much fun, especially the
granddaughters who found a large toad in the fish pond. It was so sweet watching them in their Easter
clothes, totally over the moon, playing with it. There’s also a sweet tinge of nostalgia
watching our grandchildren hunt eggs in the same place our children did, or
climb the same trees.
Each year since our oldest grandchild was a week old we take
a photo of the grandchildren with the same large stuffed bunny that our
children had growing up. It’s a wonderful
tradition and I treasure looking at those photos from over the years and seeing how they've changed.
Before I had grandchildren I read an article about a couple who hosted a "camp" during the summer for their grandchildren. I loved the idea. So I made a goal, starting during spring break and just finishing this last weekend to host several cousin sleepovers. Over the weekend the two middle granddaughters made a fairy house in a dead tree on the edge of our forest. They were thrilled to go out the next morning to see if they could see any signs of fairy life. We had such a wonderful time hosting these cousin sleepovers we intend to do it again over the summer.
So spring is here in all its glory, flowers and rain. Within the last few days, our river has
exceeded its banks and flooded the valley farmland. But on the lovely side, every
few days something new is blooming and I’m taking cuttings to bring inside, attempting to draw a few. We’ve been worried because this year we’ve
noticed a severe decline in honey bees.
Usually, the apple and cherry trees are humming with activity. I’ve yet to see a single honey bee but my husband
has reported that he has seen a few. And
we do have cherries on the trees. I did see a hummingbird moth pollinating the
lilac bush this week. What I didn’t know
is the hummingbird moth begins its life as the dreaded tomato hornworm! Oh how I hate them!