I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson







Thursday, November 10, 2022

Beautiful November

 


Mid November ~

An offering

On a November night

the Jupiter moon

hides

Waiting behind the moonlit clouds

                                 @mariawalker art

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November has always been one of my favorite times of the year, sunny autumn days and starry black-velvet nights.

You couldn't ask for a nicer fall day than the day we enjoyed today.

If you look closely lower-right side, below, you can see a bench high on the dunes. Today a man and his big chocolate Lab sat there for hours enjoying the view. I am determined to go out with my pocket knitting [scrubby yarn dishcloths] to sit there too. Perhaps a thermos of hot tea and a cooky if it's chilly.

I know I'm repeating myself but Mo and I are loving the bright [if short] afternoons.



This little sparrow and his wife visit every afternoon too, picking up crumbs from Mo's jerky sticks, sipping from his water bowl.


I wish I dared feed them. Last time I fed the sparrows and they got too tame, one flew inside, you may recall. I rescued him and put him outside finally, but I fear he was injured and doubt that he survived. So now I don't shoo them away but I don't encourage them either. The two are so sweet in their humdrum brown sparrow sort of way.


Today I drew in the scribble journal and sewed a few lines of quilting on Giraffe.

All my thimbles keep falling off, why is that? Suddenly too big. I have always used a size 8. Any hints to get them to stick on.

Scribble journal is "in work''. Usually I print the finished drawing for coloring, since the printer ink is more stable than whatever pens I used that were on my desk. But the printer is on the fritz and it is very hard to replace the inks, yawn. So I stopped here.

Today's drawing was the purple Mason jar with dried brown crepe myrtle berries. I dislike crepe myrtle shrubs, the flowers are ugly and messy, but I do enjoy the berry twigs. 

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I needed a mindless task after my IV infusion the other day, so I added the black inner borders to Pineapple Welcome/ Gather. I don't recall its exact name anymore, must decide.

The hearts that were to fill the big empty spaces at the P'Apple's sides worked---will work---perfectly to instead cover the unmatched vines. I think they give the design a nice punctuation, a finishing touch that does not look make-do.


If the empty spaces bother me I'll add a few wool ''cherries'' and leaf sprigs. Or the date? Initials?


Before I can sew the hearts I have to decide on the final 4" border. I had all along planned to use the duck egg blue interspersed w Flying Geese or Sawtooths.


I decided that was not needed, but then the blue looked a bit drab to me. The sides kind of fade away to oblivion? I auditioned the pumpkin insead. Trite but punchy!




I asked opinions on IG but only dear Kit gave me an answer, and I think I do agree! Pumpkin it is.


What do you think? Tell me soon.


This is the space the finished quilt/banner is intended for. I'd remove the star for Thanksgiving week or so. The final result is far larger than I had imagined, so it won't fit on a door as a welcome flag..

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On Friday night the dregs of H Nicole may bring some gale winds but no real storm, I hope. I am tempted to fill a crock with these brave and beautiful little blooms before they are shredded by the wind.   And what about the cannas? If I leave them will they regrow like my lilies? Should I dig them out and replant, is that even worth the effort? Must go Google, I guess.

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This evening I was excited to see Mr Mockingbird with a mate---or so I thought. It is his special spot after all. But on close inspection of the enlarged photos I see it is starlings instead. Poor little lonely man. We see him often, he is now so elderly and white.

Mo says Hi and why is his walkies so late? Or early? We remain confused, lol.

Have a great weekend.

love

lizzy

gone to the beach...








from a friend, his beach to the west of mine....