19 Jun 2013
12 Jun 2013
Good Form
Gardens continued...Mad About Trees
When it comes to trees and Bonsai, I've always been a bit obsessed. But even though I have a green thumb, when left on my own with a Bonsai, my green thumb soon yellows and withers. The moral, deniable and, in my case, wildly obscure, is that fear leads to folly.
When it comes to trees and Bonsai, I've always been a bit obsessed. But even though I have a green thumb, when left on my own with a Bonsai, my green thumb soon yellows and withers. The moral, deniable and, in my case, wildly obscure, is that fear leads to folly.
Recently, while walking through the Montreal Botanical Bonsai gallery, I tried to imagine the people behind the trees.What sages--some no longer with us--I wondered, as I stared bug-eyed at the 270 year old Sargent Juniper, would have the expertise to prune, pinch, water, wire, trim, fertilize, and look after the day-to-day needs of such a magnificent tree. Without warning, a claw of fear gripped my throat, but that was soon overtaken by rigorous toe tapping indignation: why, I questioned out loud, but in retrospect, thankfully, just above a whisper, was this tree not kept behind bullet proof glass?
Agitated, but clearly in control, I tried to piece together my scant knowledge of history. What was happening in the world when this now wizened greybeard was a wee sapling? Okay Google, I thought, don't let me down, but with miles of garden still to tread, Google would, I reckoned, have to wait.
The questions, running my brain, went on and on until, that is, I finally looked around, hoping that the latest sage or group of sages that carefully and lovingly tend the Bonsai would whip out from the wings and amaze us with their knowledge, or, better yet, appear and invite me to lunch. However, since the stage remained curiously empty, I moved on. Here and there I stopped to admire, fought off a craving for tea, while feeling, occasionally, repelled by the apathy that emanated from the other visitors; but as I strolled, I successfully conjured, in detail, in my mind's eye, the philosophical silk robed sages.
A captivating read: The Wild Trees
Maple 30 years old |
Japanese Larch 40 years old. THE SARGENT JUNIPER: Methuselah,or perhaps a Pythagoras? Although the Sargent is not 969 years old, it does sport a look of wisdom at a full 270 years and counting! |
7 Jun 2013
From the Gardens
A few pictures from my visit to Montreal Botanical Gardens. Covering 75 hectares, with so much to see inside the greenhouses and out, it is truly a glorious place!
Did I mention the rose gardens, Chinese Gardens, Japanese Gardens, and water gardens?
Did I mention the rose gardens, Chinese Gardens, Japanese Gardens, and water gardens?
A lush green wall. |
Exotic and so humid your hair curls. |
A hint of pink. |
A little out of focus. It was a heady experience. |
This orchid looks like it might walk away. |
Every nook and cranny filled with beauty. Common name: Fall In Love |
Pitcher plants waiting for a meal. Beautiful but also a bit sinister. |
4 Jun 2013
Spotlight on Ondaatje
I won all five. What a stroke of luck. And, YES, they are autographed. |
Ondaatje is a powerful writer. His books flow on a lyrical tide. Behind the pen, or computer keyboard are, no doubt, fine strong hands driven by the mind of a master story teller.
Ondaatje's most recent book The Cat's Table which I have read, has recently been released in paperback. The story captivated me from its rained soaked beginning. The setting, for most of the novel, is on board a ship. And the ship? Animated--alive from stem to stern. A setting that piques the senses and takes us along on a magical journey of discovery where the reader assumes, without thinking, the role of watchful guardian and, as an added bonus, recaptures a hint of their youth.
A question remains. Can I really do without the paperback? I think not. And it must, I reckon, be a book of the tangible kind with real feel good pages. After all, it's a book that deserves another--this time--since there were many others on the library waiting list, leisurely read.
3 Jun 2013
30 May 2013
Arrival
Botanical Knits by Alana Dakos of Never Not Knitting |
The theme or, rather, Leaf Motif |
My copy of Botanical Knits finally arrived! I pre-ordered this book in February. Now before you start to turn purple, I did immediately, well, before I could sigh properly, receive, with the click of a button, the digital e book.
Inside the book's cover, I found some nifty leaf stickers. And a few days ago, to thank me for my purchase, I also received the Ivy Trellis Hat digital pattern.
The patterns are beautifully written and illustrated and easy to follow. If you haven`t seen these patterns, pop on over to Never Not Knitting for more great books and patterns or check for Botanical Knits, Coastal Knits, and NNK on the Raverly groups.
Did I mention yarn? Of course, its a matter of preference, coupled with your, no doubt, enviable, houdinic ability to obtain gauge, but the yarns chosen for these patterns are absolutely gorgeous.
After a fine, luxurious look at the book, I did, probably like countless others before me, run to my stash, while I am grateful for it, I found it severely lacking.
For those of you that I know that do not knit, (banish the thought) I hope this book entices you to pick up the sticks.
Since I find it easier to mark up an annotated copy of the patterns with on my iPad, I may give this hard copy--minus the stickers--away. Any takers?
So many beautiful things to knit, so little time. Happy stitching!
28 May 2013
Calling all Ships
Today's aphorism: If you are trying to ride out a storm, stay calm or you will swamp the boat. |
24 May 2013
Walk on the Wild Side
That barely discernible Rose-Breasted Grosbeak actually turned around to sing for me. A beautiful ditty, enhanced by a large backup chorus. Last year, in this area, I watched a red-winged blackbird perform his noisy mating dance. He stuck, first one leg and then the other leg out sideways, shook each leg vigorously, while showing off the line of his wings. Beyond hilarious... |
Knock, knock anyone home? There was
no sign or Ma or Pa. I decided not to intrude though I did want to sneak
a peek inside the nest, but, unfortunately, I left my extension ladder
at home.
Does anyone know the builder?
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So you think you can hide? |
Got ya! Jack-in-the-Pulpit |
A fiddlehead fern dressed in new frills. |
Unknown but admirable. |
21 May 2013
Clicking the Sticks
My In the Pines after wet blocking
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Before the magic of wet blocking with many rows left to knit. |
The Fleece - Merino Malabrigo sock - approx. 425 yds |
Pictured above, my finished version of the Shetland Triangle: a beginner's lace shawl designed by Evelyn Clark. In case you are new to knitting, or have decided to pick up your needles after a long hiatus, Evelyn can also be found on the wildly popular knitting site Raverly, along with a myriad of other talented knitwear designers and knitters.
About three weeks ago, I joined a great group of knitters for a Shetland Triangle KAL, ( knit-along) hosted by Girls in Sheeps Clothing. Recent and past KALS, with a group of talented knitters, have turned out several intricate eye-popping creations!
For new and non-knitters, (I know you are out there) wet blocking involves immersing the item, or, in this case, shawl in tepid water for about 20 minutes. Then after rolling the shawl in a towel and gently squeezing out the excess water, the shawl is pinned out and left to dry on a blocking board, or rug, bed, etc. (I use a yoga mat.) Since I do not have blocking wires, I use T pins to pin out the points, and I weave yarn through the top of the shawl and pull it tight to even things out; it works just fine. As you can see, blocking unfolds, like butterfly wings, the beauty of the lace.
It is time to pick up my sticks. I've got a few wips (works in progress) to finish. And if I was in a mood to confess, there might be, in some oblivious corner, one or two ufos (unfinished objects) to complete.
18 May 2013
Rhododendron
Joanie's only Rhodie |
The picture courtesy of my long time garden pal, and my good friend, Joanie, is of her one and "only rhodie." I would like to add, that Joanie has earned, among her many other accomplishments, the title of Master Gardener. If you've been reading the comments, you may have noticed that Joan will be facilitating, I'm certain, "a course to attend," this fall, in her area, called The Spirituality of Gardening.
Every rhododendron has a certain beauty. But the ethereal, pink blossoms on Joan's rhododendron are particularly beautiful!
The rhododendron is the national flower of Nepal. Can you imagine trekking along a trail in the rhododendron forests of Nepal? Yes, forests!
While my imagination never fails me, on this day, in the face of reality, I will soon be flatland trekking at the local greenhouse.
16 May 2013
Willows
Bird song fills the air and hard-headed woodpeckers do the drill. |
Over the winter the willow trees took a bit of a beating, but they, too, have been touched by spring. When the wind blows, their long branches sweep the ground like a conceited maestro taking bows.
What could be better than a day spent under the willows with a good book? And if you should grow tried of reading, you can walk to the pond and check out a family or two of turtles sunning themselves on a log.
The willows remind me of the Coleridge's poem: This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison. A touch of self-pity invades the first verse of the poem. [ Because of an injury--perhaps a sprained or broken ankle?, Coleridge had been left behind while his friends went walking, so he wrote Lime-Tree Bower. 1] By the time he was penning the second verse, he realized that his friends were experiencing the delight that he, too, shared by remembering the walk and by being in the bower. Nature, the great liberator, never failed, it seemed, to renew his spirit.
14 May 2013
Move Over Bowie ;-)
Space Station
Click to see when the space station will be flying over your area.
Earth from Space
Of course, song recorded with permission and the goodwill of David Bowie.
Canadian Commander Hadfield. Welcome Home!
Priceless!
Click to see when the space station will be flying over your area.
Earth from Space
Of course, song recorded with permission and the goodwill of David Bowie.
Canadian Commander Hadfield. Welcome Home!
Priceless!
13 May 2013
Spotlight on Márquez
My well-fingered copy |
At the time, the price of One Hundred Years of Solitude: $2.95. |
Great book jackets |
Several years ago, I bought One Hundred Years of Solitude in a wonderful shop somewhere in the wilds of Jasper National Park, Alberta. At the time, I'm not sure, given the annoyingly small print, my lack of a dictionary, and my grasping inexperience as a reader, what I gleaned from it, but I was vaguely aware that I had found a treasure. And luckily, although somewhat daunted by the novel and with eye strain, I pressed on. As I read, I did, however, find that One Hundred Years of Solitude more than lived up to its back cover promise of surprise. In fact, the book proved as amazing as the elk that sauntered around, on too tall legs, outside my rented cabin--close yet distant, understandable in form yet wildly mysterious.
Márquez's seamless ability to incorporate magic realism into his novels does surprise, delight and astound. In One Hundred Years of Solitude, there is a focus on ice. Nothing unusual--sans magic, but try to explain ice to someone who has never seen it. For example how would you explain ice to an individual from Amazonian Lost Tribe? (And, yes, speaking of amazing there are still a few tribes out there!) Could you describe ice so that they could understand? And, more importantly, if you put a piece of ice in the person's hand, how would they react? What would they think? In that context and in the context the novel, ice moves from the ordinary to the miraculous.
11 May 2013
9 May 2013
Sing
Crab Apple |
Today's aphorism - If you can't carry a tune, sing anyway. The world can use the laughter.
(My May Day Dally post disappeared. Although I've tried, I can't resurrect it. For those who asked, it is available, for sure, via Feedly.)
Thanks to everyone who signed the petition!
And for those who haven't signed, there's still time.
7 May 2013
6 May 2013
Theatre
Photo by: Schlaier public domain via Wikipedia Commons Shakespeare's Globe, London Original Globe opened in 1599 Rebuilt and opened in 1997 |
Digital Theatre, one of my recent on-line discoveries, offers wonderful performances from several different British theatres including Shakespeare's Globe. And for less than the price of a movie ticket the viewer, with the click of a button, gets the best seat in the house!
Review of All My Sons
All My Sons by award winning playwright Arthur Miller delves into the sins of the father. The father played by David Suchet (famous for his portrayal of Agatha Christie's Poirot) dazzles as Joe Keller. Although opinionated, intense and set in his ways, jovial Joe (he provides the much needed comic relief) appears, at first glance, like a character the viewer can relate to.
Joe's tormented wife, played by the extraordinary actress ZoeWanamaker, who you may remember as Madam Hooch in Harry Potter, lives with an unspeakable secret. Unable to accept reality, Kate's denial of past events forces others to tip toe around her and serves to drive most of the play's action.
3 May 2013
The Bloomin' Trees
Capturing pictures of magnolia trees, in my opinion, amounts to a good day. I only found a few, and one was on the wane, but that's okay.
Like the ancients before us, most of us, after a hard winter, long for the warmth of the sun. In Chaucer's era, (ca.1343-1400) spring was synonymous with liberation. Picture if you will the common folk hunkered down for the winter in a cold, dark dirt floor dwelling with, for added warmth, a cow and other livestock. By spring the dirt floor strewn with straw or herbs was, no doubt, as smelly as the inmates. After a winter in such a hovel, who wouldn't long to go on a pilgrimage? Off to Canterbury -- acceptable to be sure!
On the weekend, although I don't have a pilgrimage in mind, I do hope to soak up some sun. Vitamin D caps are fine, but I prefer to manufacture D the natural way. And if it should
Today's aphorism: Giggle often. It's liberating.
30 Apr 2013
Spring Reading
I am grateful that spring has finally sprung! Winter was one long siege. Through my open window I hear a chorus of songs. Who, I wonder, could live without birds' songs?
(Rhetorical question, but, in this case, I think, the question mark should remain.)
I read everything including: can labels and cereal boxes. This morning I was struck by the idea that an empty toilet paper roll should be embossed with the written word-- drab, it is! Perhaps a question such as: Why do you keep the extra tp in the hall closet? Or, better yet, something positive--one could follow a fortune cookie's lead. O, the things one ponders.
"Brevity is the soul of wit." (Shakespeare's quote just galloped through my brain. I should, I reckon, take heed.)
To the list.
"Sea of Poppies" by Amitav Ghosh (Historical fiction. A real eye opener about the opium trade.)
"Into the Silence: The Great War, Mallory and The Conquest For Everest by Wade Davis
(Non-fiction. For those of you who don't know, Mr. Davis is an anthropologist and Explorer in Residence for National Geographic. I would like to meet him! Graphic depiction of battles of WW1 included in order to understand the endurance and mettle of these early climbers of the mighty Everest. Elevation 29,035 feet (8850 meters) and still rising! Everest has always fascinated me.)
"The Poisonwood Bible" by Barbara Kingsolver.
(First published in 1990. It's been on my list for ages. Ms. Kingsolver is a kindred knitting spirit.
What are you reading?