tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83419126646709873492024-03-12T19:14:35.106-04:00Owl's FeathersI rejoice that there are owls...they represent the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all men have. ~Henry David ThoreauMarciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-65859935995590471312015-09-24T16:25:00.002-04:002015-09-24T16:25:50.243-04:00Summer's End
Same little boy, same big ocean, one year later...
And with this picture of my grandson, I'm bidding farewell to Owl's Feathers. Life has gotten very complicated and confusing lately for myself and others in my family. To those of you who know what's going on, I thank you for your good thoughts and prayers. To others who occasionally stop by here, thank you for your visits.
Happy readingMarciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-67954015671885876672015-08-01T11:27:00.002-04:002015-08-01T11:27:39.472-04:00Outside the Back Door
Several years ago, we were shopping at the Christmas Tree Shop and found for $1 on a plant clearance display one lily bulb. The picture of the flowering plant was pretty, so we bought it thinking we would give it a go. Now, some ten years later, that $1 bulb is still giving us so much pleasure every year as it blossoms and fills the air with its beautiful scent.
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-4503207828040432832015-05-27T01:40:00.000-04:002015-05-27T01:40:00.301-04:00Knit One Purl Two...Since taking up knitting again last year after a long hiatus, I've discovered that my knitting passion lies in projects that don't include sleeves, shaping, buttonholes, pattern repeats of more than 10 rows. So that makes me a flat knitter who, upon occasion, will experiment with a cable stitch or two.
One of my favorite pattern sources (other than Ravelry, of course. where my ID is Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-2366029522143722015-05-24T00:30:00.000-04:002015-05-24T00:30:00.902-04:00Forty Years and Counting...Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-79093309457020235302015-04-26T12:52:00.001-04:002015-04-26T12:52:54.352-04:00Outside the Back DoorMarciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-88761810238657542822015-04-19T13:49:00.000-04:002015-04-19T13:49:50.781-04:00Outside the Back Door
FINALLY!
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-68321844409962318642015-03-21T11:44:00.001-04:002015-03-21T11:57:43.612-04:00Outside the Back DoorFirst full day of Spring, and it's snowing! Winter just doesn't want to let go. But listen carefully, and you can hear the birds in the background.
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<!-- Blogger automated replacement: "https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/proxy/Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-63861705043305015202015-02-23T17:18:00.002-05:002015-02-23T17:18:59.607-05:00Knit One Purl Two
This weekend I watched several episodes of the Inspector Lewis series on AcornTV while keeping my hands busy knitting this cowl for my daughter.
The pattern is called Knit and Purl Cowl and gives instructions for knitting up the cowl in one of four patterns. I chose the Elongated Moss Stitch. The pattern was downloaded as part of an accessories collection e-book from WEBS. The yarn Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-4449891411913133102015-02-14T16:31:00.001-05:002015-02-14T16:31:59.794-05:00Uncle!Outside my front door...
Coming overnight, another 12-18" (I live in the orange)...
On the radio this morning, I heard a reporter interviewing a 91-year-old woman in Sandwich on Cape Cod. When asked what she was going to do about the impending blizzard, she replied, "I think I'll eat some chocolate." Sounds like a plan!
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-60499982637286884162015-02-09T01:14:00.000-05:002015-02-09T01:14:00.829-05:00Sixty-eight and Counting...
I have been forgetting things for years, but now I forget in a new way. I used to believe I could eventually retrieve whatever was lost and commit it to memory. Now I know I can't possibly. Whatever's gone is hopelessly gone. And what's new doesn't stick.
~Nora Ephron, I Remember NothingMarciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-61028152629697975992015-02-07T11:52:00.000-05:002015-02-07T11:52:57.153-05:00Oh, the Weather Outside...
For those of you following along at home, you may remember that we already have over three feet on the ground already...
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-16420410079636117882015-02-03T11:43:00.000-05:002015-02-03T11:43:48.430-05:00First Chapter First Paragraph IntroJoining up this week with Bibliophile By the Sea's weekly First Chapter First Paragraph Intro feature.
Love Story
For years before I moved to Mary's farm, I had loved this place, passing by on the road home, slowing to look. There was usually something going on: smoke coming out of the chimney; a tractor in the yard being worked on; Mary kneeling in her garden, tending the phlox. And, Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-21637167048410195752015-01-28T02:20:00.000-05:002015-01-28T02:20:00.339-05:00Knit One Purl Two
Some time ago, I downloaded from Quince and Co. a pattern named Camilla, a baby blanket featuring an echo of one of my favorite nature shapes - the scallop shell. Like most pattern downloads, it sat in my pattern file waiting for some attention. Then as the weather got colder and colder, I started thinking how nice it would be to have a bed runner across the bottom of our bed to keep old Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-24091505178356629992015-01-25T00:25:00.000-05:002015-01-25T00:25:00.180-05:00The Joy of Reading...on My Kindle
As I began to buy more ebooks, I felt a sense of surprise and delight and wonder that I could carry around a library in my pocket. It is a library, arranged alphabetically or, if I like, in order of buying, and nothing shelved in the wrong place. The relationship with my library on a Kindle feels more intimate, like a shelled animal carrying its home on its back. Wherever I am, there is Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-24542036711151574352015-01-24T12:11:00.002-05:002015-01-24T12:11:55.476-05:00Outside the Back Door...Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-39237836668668607042015-01-18T06:51:00.000-05:002015-01-18T06:51:00.255-05:00Joy of Reading...Two quotes from a recently finished, hug-it-when-last-page-is-turned book...
A seasonal observation...
It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.
Babies...
It's a good thing babies don't give you a lot of time to think. You fall in love with them and when you realize how much they love you back, life is very simple.
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-68918936513185646062015-01-11T05:06:00.000-05:002015-01-11T05:06:00.197-05:00BookticipationReleasing on Tuesday, February 10...
From indiebound.org
“It was a beautiful, breezy, yellow-and-green afternoon. . .” This is how Abby Whitshank always begins the story of how she fell in love with Red that day in July 1959. The Whitshanks are one of those families that radiate togetherness: an indefinable, enviable kind of specialness. But they are also like all families, in that the Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-33166376634439557372015-01-06T18:55:00.000-05:002015-01-06T18:55:09.286-05:00Reading with Teddy...
Books about cars and trucks were found aplenty under the Christmas tree for Teddy. His favorites so far are Cars and Trucks and Things That Go and, the book he's reading in the picture above, Cars and Trucks from A to Z--both by Richard Scarry.
Reading with Mum on Christmas morning.
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-91515644329101355882014-11-01T15:00:00.000-04:002014-11-01T15:03:42.601-04:00Outside the Back Door...
Green to yellow to bare. Gray November sky.
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-45922083513713945782014-10-08T15:08:00.000-04:002014-10-08T15:08:23.861-04:00Return to Gilead
It has been some time since I read Gilead by Marilyn Robinson. However, I do remember my fascination with Lila, the second wife of minister, John Ames.
While running the usual Wednesday errands today, I heard this interview with Marilyn Robinson on NPR and have moved Lila to the very top of my Wish List.
Thinking about Gilead also brought back very fond memories of a July day whenMarciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-51331459190089013182014-10-06T18:12:00.002-04:002014-10-06T18:13:11.456-04:00Hey Jude...Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-59590984119078515292014-07-14T06:37:00.000-04:002014-07-14T06:37:00.634-04:00A little boy......at the edge of a big ocean.
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-87447971498586435482014-07-13T18:30:00.000-04:002014-07-13T18:30:26.352-04:00Sunday BaseballJames and I went on our annual summer baseball outing today. Instead of the usual Lowell Spinners game, we decided to take in a double header of the 19th Century Base Ball Association. The games between the Newburyport Clamdiggers and Portsmouth Rockinghams were played at Spencer-Peirce-Little Farm in Newbury, MA.
Baseball is baseball, but in 19th century base ball, things are a little Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-77090566446440128482014-07-12T10:56:00.000-04:002014-07-12T10:56:53.940-04:00Outside the Back Door...
Pinks and Petunias
Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05456358514871810611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8341912664670987349.post-29916073136254528952014-06-29T20:09:00.004-04:002014-06-29T20:09:58.994-04:00Outside the Back Door...
Cosmos & Verbena
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