Haiku-sday: Just right there, the moon

I sway. The cradle

moon, suspended in tree tops,

sways from flat to flat.


Ride Easy Stranger


High Country Weather, by James K. Baxter

Alone we are born
And die alone
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
over snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
Ride easy, stranger
Surrender to the sky
Your heart of anger.

Three things: christening gown, chocolate fudge, and fun bucket list




Last month my partner joked that he would make the christening gown for S. if I didn’t want to. His brother, who was staying with us at the time, said, “you know you can’t just put a pillowcase on the baby and call it a christening gown, don’t you?” Sheepishly, I pushed two old pillowcases behind my sewing machine and hoped no one would notice, noting that I would somehow dispose of them discretely should it all go terribly… But I think that in the end they lent themselves pretty well to the christening gown project, don’t you? This book (which I love!) gave me the general pattern idea with the Sunday Best Dress, but I referred to the Toffee Apple top in this book for sizing for my almost 1-year-old. We don’t have a lot of fabric shopping options in this city (just John Lewis–unless you know of some places that I don’t), so I tend to scour charity shops for nice fabrics in garments that I can chop up and turn into things that we’d wear/use. Not so great for adult-sized clothes (unless I go with the Maria von Trapp curtains-for-clothes trick, which I am not above), but great for most other things.

Making this yummy chocolate fudge for morning tea on Sunday. It has been a beloved recipe for a while… but I have recently figured out that 4 of its ingredients are 2/3 of my migraine triggers! Boo hoo.

Man! I love this list of 500 things to do. I must admit, some things I will have to google to even figure out what they are (funicular?), but I will not be stuck for ideas for things to do with the kids at any time of year with this in my back pocket.


The seamless connection

I recently finished Ron Rash’s Above The Waterfall. Such a gripping read and the language is gorgeous.

There are limits to what you owe your grandparents, Becky, Les had said, but he was wrong. How could there be, when what they gave me was no only their acceptance of my silence but so much more, the minnow in the spring-house guarding the water’s purity, spiders spinning webbed words, whip-poor-wills and white owls, woolly worms and snake skins, the sink of a star. All had resonance, meaning. Folklore, yes, but always in one way true, the seamless connection that Hopkins saw: Each mortal thing does one thing and the same. p.136-7

Three things: turmeric dye, nester, and matrilineal names for babies


Remember a few weeks ago I mentioned receiving a bag of fresh turmeric in our veg box? Well, we used some of it to dye this merino top. It worked fairly well in one patch of the top, but L. decided that he wanted to look like the sun so we re-dyed it with a generous amount of powdered turmeric. He smelt very healthful… until contents of the day got smeared over the top and he returned to smelling like an exuberant child. We’ve washed it once, and it has held up well, I’m pleased to say!

I think we might make one of these soon with all my little pieces of leftover wool–a nester for the birds.

This article–What Happened When We Gave Our Daughter My Last Nameis great! Our firstborn has my name while our second has my partner’s (and my sister-in-law and her partner have a similar arrangement). It is not an easy topic to have a conversation about–perhaps because it only comes up in conversation when another person incorrectly assumes that there is one family name for all of us. I see so many of my own reflections and experiences in her thoughtful piece and love where she comes down.