How can I have lived to be 50+ years old and not have heard of a Strawberry Moon?
I don't get it. I try to keep up on the ol' vocab, like any respectable lexophile. But I knew nothing about the Strawberry Moon. And apparently there is one every year. EVERY YEAR folks. I am gobsmacked.
My firstborn was working in Poland recently and brought me back three gorgeous pieces of Polish pottery. I am smitten. The handiwork is quite impressive.
I have long admired pottery, from an aesthetic perspective, as well as from a utilitarian point of view. There is a short list of essential items needed to survive, and 'a vessel in which to carry water' is on that list. When archaeologists unearth old ruins, broken earthenware pots are invariably found somewhere in the area.
I wanted to try pottery back in the day; I felt that the clay and I might have a thing.
My husband gave me a gift certificate for pottery classes one year as a Christmas gift. Yes! A chance to release my inner potter.
We are in the planning stages of The Tribute, a musical celebration of our Dad, who passed away five years ago.
Dad is to blame for the bulk of the homemade music in our houses, so it's only fitting that we should get together in his hometown once a year to play some music, and remember him.
I have been dabbling in a bit of graphic design in an attempt to make a t-shirt for this year's Tribute; we have been making t-shirts available for participants and family since the first Tribute.
Looks like we made it through! Again! Phew. It was touch-and-go there for a bit, but we have yet another winter under our belts and I have several croci to prove it.
Last year, I did a shoot of my first batch of crocuses, but I wasn't happy with the depth-of-field (DoF) I achieved in those shots. This year I decided to take a more calculated approach, by using a depth-of-field calculator and a measuring tape. Can't get much more calculating than that!
Let's be clear. Real cottage pudding looks nothing like what I prepared for this week's photo shoot.
I wanted some photos that I could submit to photo libraries so I thought I would give the cottage pudding a little 'makeover', in the form of mini bundt pans.
What I made is more like 'cottage pudding' meets 'Spanx'.
Bakeapple. Rubus chamaemorus. Known in many places as 'cloudberry'.
Bakeapples are a member of the rose family (Rosaceae), along with strawberries, raspberries, blackberries and plum boys. There is a whole lot more to the rose family than beautiful flowers! Loaded with Vitamin C, these berries are tasty, and very good for you.
To the rest of the world, bakeapples are an exotic berry, but they can be found on the island portion of Newfoundland as well as in Labrador, and are a strong motivator for getting out in the woods when the time is right.
But the motivation is not strong enough for me; I actually don't spend any time picking bakeapples in the summer.
It's hard not to think about 'life, the universe and everything' this week, what with the most recent proof of Einstein's prediction of gravitational waves!
For someone who has not given a lot of thought to the theory of relativity for some time (notwithstanding this past Christmas), I have found myself thinking about it a lot this week, and experiencing a touch of sub-atomic vertigo as a result.
I am really fortunate because, when I get invited to a loved one's house for roasted turkey dinner, I usually leave with whatever remains of the carcass.
I don't actually ask for the carcass. But I guess I have a reputation as a 'carcass remover', so there it goes.
When asked if I want to take the carcass home, I usually say, "...no, I shouldn't take that turkey carcass home with me. I am sure you can use it yourself...". And I am quite genuine when I say that, not a bit of feigning involved.
Not one decoration comes down until after Old Christmas Day. Not one!
But I must admit, my heart is not into it so much anymore. Kinda like the rest of the world, I think.
It is a bit of a mystery though- we are pretty eager to tack 6 weeks onto the front end of the Christmas Season but pretty darn reluctant to end it on the final day, let alone tack a day or so on the rear end of it.
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