
lunar


broken

Some things around here were broken when I got them. Like a couple of statues that were my grandma's.
And this cognac bottle. We don't drink the cognac (too sweet). We just like the bottle and the color of cognac.

This necklace Lesley made for me broke all by itself. I swear. I love it, and I need to get it restrung.

This lamp stands by my dressing table, I don't know whose finger poked through this old silk lampshade. My dad had a collection of lamps. You wouldn't believe what a lamp fetish he had. I think we have four floor lamps out in the shed that are waiting for shades or new wiring that were his. Anyway, this one was my dad's, and probably my grandma's before that. I know, it should probably be in the shed.

This bowl got broken at Thanksgiving after the mashed potatoes were eaten, before it had a chance to get washed. I bought this Old English Johnson Brothers set at an old farm auction when Don and I were first married, and I got the whole 12-place-setting and multiple serving dish set for $55. I didn't know until later that I was bidding against my sister-in-law, who was standing behind me. This bowl only cost me a few cents, but I was sorry to see it break after all those years the old farmer woman had it and didn't break it.

I hope our kids will like some of these things when we're gone. Living with old worn and repaired treasures reminds me of the people who lived before me and used these things, admired them, dusted them, washed them, and shone light through them.

Happy Balumtine'th Day
When you finish watching this one, wait and see the scroll of others at the bottom of the video box.
♥

Valentine's Day thoughts

Faust. You’ll never reach the heart
unless you speak from the heart.
Wagner. But it’s beautiful language
that makes an orator succeed.
I’m way behind on that score.
Faust. You’ve got to look for honest accomplishment!
Don’t be a fool with gaudy expressions!
The right kind of intelligence and good sense
[and love]
will come with little art and strain.

from Goethe's Faust
(my paraphrase and added [and love])

cleaning greenly

I could make a natural all purpose cleaner with Borax, vinegar and water. But I'm lazy.
Don't think I'm promoting (hehe), because I haven't tried these yet, but Clorox, yes Clorox, has just come out with a line of environmentally safe cleaning products called Green Works, derived from coconuts and lemon oil. What I'm happy about, besides being able to pick these up at Meijer when I do my regular grocery shopping, is that a major commercial brand has launched this, at last. Can others be far behind? I'm happy that the market is being driven toward environmentally safe and sustainable products.

Clorox bought Burt's Bees last November, and you have to wonder, along with the writer of this NYTimes article, if their all natural bent influenced the new owners. Mmmm, Burt's Bees lip balm, made with bees wax and almond oil. I love it. Some people got ticked off that Burt's Bees "sold out." I don't worry too much about that.


she lay down

At her feet we've gathered morel mushrooms. Morels love to sprout under old apple trees. In the photo above you can see her branch that broke off last year in the foreground.
We think she lay down to rest in the 40 mph wind (64 km per hour) Wednesday, without our knowing. I walked out today in the fresh snow, and there she was. She died quietly in our sleep.



See the stump on the left? The bark broke right off, leaving a hollow that we'd like to preserve for the chickens Don has ordered to arrive in April. When they're outside the coop, out in the fenced pen, they will like to crawl into our dear old woman's skin to get out of the sun.
I would also like to build something else with her wood. And see the "S" reaching up? Don thinks that would make a nice perch inside the henhouse.
Thanks to Swedehart and Loring, I learned about the Hans Christian Andersen story "The Pine Tree." It's short, you can read it in a few minutes:
"If I only could have been happy while I had the chance to be."




