There were babies.
Big kids.
There was food . . .
. . . and conversation.
There was some work . . .
and music . . .
and best of all, some cuddling.
Farm Day prep
I'm taking a few minutes from preparations for Farm Day tomorrow to give you a peek.
Don will place these hay bales around the bonfire pit with cozy blankets for a soft sit.The stairs got sanded, but not painted. Oh well. Maybe for next year.
I took some of my my mom's vintage '50s tablecloths to make into bathroom accessories: sink skirt and curtains. And I sewed them on my vintage Singer sewing machine, which my daddy bought me when I was a teenager.
It was already old when he bought it. I'm not quite as old as all that.
Our friends were throwing out this little table when they moved. Don liked it and grabbed it, and I painted it.Lesley drew and colored the little picture of her dad's tractor there on the table.
Lesley will be home in a couple of hours! As will Bootsie and Donica! They're riding together from the airport. And tomorrow the rest of the gang, including Peter who will pick up some goodies in town for us.
Happiness is Farm Day. And the weather forecast is for upper 80s and sunny. A little warm, but I'm not complaining.
I'll show you pics from Farm Day when it's done.
twins
Two fawns have made themselves at home in our yard. We're pretty sure they are orphans, because there is no doe with them.
They plopped down in the front yard in the afternoon yesterday.
white pine floor
The white pine is the state tree of Michigan. We chose plain white pine boards for the floor of the atelier, our studio, formerly a chicken coop. Before I left for Ireland, Don and Peter worked on it, using old fashioned cut nails to install the boards. While I was in Ireland these past two weeks, Don finished installing the boards, sanded for four hours, then rolled the spar - the varnish used for wooden boats. We wanted the boards to be unstained so they would gradually age into the golden glow that pine turns over time.
The white pine has a lot of symbolism in the US, and in Michigan. The Haudenosaunee Indians (pejoratively called Iroquois, meaning "black snakes" in French, which they translated from what a rival Huron tribe called them) considered it their symbol of peace because of the union of the five tribes under their peace treaty. White pine needles grow in clusters of five. The five tribes Cayuga, Mohawk, Oneida, Onodaga, and Seneca were united after centuries of war, into one Indian nation. (These tribes are from the eastern US, and there may be information about the white pine symbol in Michigan, but I didn't find it.)
This union of Indian tribes is considered to be the longest running constitutional government still existing, and was partially the model used for the US government.
Now that the floor is done, we are going to create a ceremony for blessing l'atelier, using the Native American stories of peacemaking as a guide. Then we will move the furnishings in.
I found much of this interesting information about the Haudenosaunee and the white pine at this nice site.
Meeting up with friends
It's our last day in Eire, and nothing big to do except pack. We'll have a final group dinner tonight. It's been a "grand" and "brilliant" time (as the Irish would say).
I'm heading out here in a bit to take the first bus into Dublin's City Centre for some early morning photos of the Liffey. But first I'd like to share the joys I had of meeting up with two friends this week.
Tuesday, Jim and I met up for lunch at a café for the first time. I met him at my sister Ginnie's photoblog with Shutterchance.com, where he also has a photoblog. Jim is a Dubliner, graphic designer, world traveler and photoblogger in spades. He also introduced me to Photoblip, where he has another blog. There is a serious question whether I will be able to keep up with three blogs (yes, I hear you out there), but I started one so that I could visit Jim at his. It seems like a very nice community of bloggers, very responsive and welcoming, thanks to my introduction by Jim. I like the format very much, and I like their idea that you post a picture that you took on the day you post it.
Jim is one of the reasons I love blogging so much: meeting nice people. He is charming, kind, interesting, and has an eye for taking lovely photographs of his Dublin. Most unfortunately, a few days before we were to meet up, he was struck by a bicyclist-courier going in the wrong direction and broke his wrist in the accident. We laughed at his Napoleanic pose.
Carrie is the friend I talked about in my post about letters Don's 4th graders wrote to a Marine pilot in Iraq, Carrie's husband. She teaches English at Boston University and has been participating in a 6-week NEH (National Endowment for the Humanities) project on James Joyce at Trinity College, a summer seminar for university teachers. Carrie is a fellow "Sappho" -- a member of my poetry group. She graduated from MSU the year before me, also in English. The happiest news of all is that her husband Derek will be leaving Iraq in just a couple of weeks for a two year job in San Diego! He had expected to be deployed until February 2008. Hallelujah! And Carrie will even have time to be with him a while before she starts her teaching semester in the fall. It was great having a picnic in St. Stephan's Green, eating Thai shrimp salads and custard pastries from Marks & Spencer's Food Hall. A nice French couple took our picture together.
I'm heading out here in a bit to take the first bus into Dublin's City Centre for some early morning photos of the Liffey. But first I'd like to share the joys I had of meeting up with two friends this week.
Tuesday, Jim and I met up for lunch at a café for the first time. I met him at my sister Ginnie's photoblog with Shutterchance.com, where he also has a photoblog. Jim is a Dubliner, graphic designer, world traveler and photoblogger in spades. He also introduced me to Photoblip, where he has another blog. There is a serious question whether I will be able to keep up with three blogs (yes, I hear you out there), but I started one so that I could visit Jim at his. It seems like a very nice community of bloggers, very responsive and welcoming, thanks to my introduction by Jim. I like the format very much, and I like their idea that you post a picture that you took on the day you post it.
Jim is one of the reasons I love blogging so much: meeting nice people. He is charming, kind, interesting, and has an eye for taking lovely photographs of his Dublin. Most unfortunately, a few days before we were to meet up, he was struck by a bicyclist-courier going in the wrong direction and broke his wrist in the accident. We laughed at his Napoleanic pose.
Carrie is the friend I talked about in my post about letters Don's 4th graders wrote to a Marine pilot in Iraq, Carrie's husband. She teaches English at Boston University and has been participating in a 6-week NEH (National Endowment for the Humanities) project on James Joyce at Trinity College, a summer seminar for university teachers. Carrie is a fellow "Sappho" -- a member of my poetry group. She graduated from MSU the year before me, also in English. The happiest news of all is that her husband Derek will be leaving Iraq in just a couple of weeks for a two year job in San Diego! He had expected to be deployed until February 2008. Hallelujah! And Carrie will even have time to be with him a while before she starts her teaching semester in the fall. It was great having a picnic in St. Stephan's Green, eating Thai shrimp salads and custard pastries from Marks & Spencer's Food Hall. A nice French couple took our picture together.
Mystery tour
Get ready for a long post. But it's mostly pictures. It's called a Mysery Tour because it visits ancient sites that we can only guess about some of the meanings behind what's been found.
Three small buses took us to five historical/sacred sites within a short distance of Dublin today. Isn't this bus cute?
Aeman drove my bus, and he was an excellent guide with lots of interesting historical facts and stories to tell. He and another one of the drivers speak Irish/Gaelic. It's so beautiful when they speak it, quite poetic. No, we couldn't understand it, but they just recited some lovely song lyrics.
We stopped first at Fourknocks, where we took a group photo (photo after next) on top of the burial mound, which happens to be 5,000 years old. See the lady in the back row, third from the left, the one Glen is pointing at? She's not in our program. We're calling her the mystery lady.
Yes, that's me in the group photo with the only runaway hair of the bunch. What's up with that? Local magnetism? No one else's seems to be blowing in the wind.
We were all able to fit inside the burial chamber, where stones with designs, like this one by Inge, still puzzle scholars. This site is older than Stonehenge.
Aeman and the other two drivers took turns explaining the sites throughout the day.
Second we drove to Mellifont Abbey, a Cistercian monastery built in the 12th century.
By this second stop I had managed to calm my hair down, plus it was raining.
Third was Monasterboice, known for its amazing collection of Celtic crosses.
And some non-Celtic ones too.
Fourth, it was the Hill of Slane with its panoramic view, statue of St. Patrick, and climb-able ruins. It was here that St. Patrick lit the first paschal fires to defy the nearby Celtic kings at Tara.
The fifth and final destination was Tara, my favorite. This place is so special to me, I had to be quiet, away from the students. I let them play and run on the hengiform while I greeted the beech trees in the churchyard. Man, I hate that I can only visit them for 45 minutes once a year. By the way, I mistakenly thought the trees were yews until this year.
I love beech trees' smooth bark.
It was hard to leave my tree parents today.
