I did fiind this great site:
But so far, I haven't succeeded in adding their button. I'm still working at it. If you see it, give a little cheer for my cussedness, okay?Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Aack!
How the heck do you get buttons in the sidebar? I thought I had a basic understanding of HTML, but the new format is confusing me.
But so far, I haven't succeeded in adding their button. I'm still working at it. If you see it, give a little cheer for my cussedness, okay?
But so far, I haven't succeeded in adding their button. I'm still working at it. If you see it, give a little cheer for my cussedness, okay?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
A life of ease
When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure.
I know that trial by fire has made me stronger, that I work best under pressure, that I'm often most hopeful when I've just been through what seems like the worst experience possible.
It's hard to remember all of this in the midst of the current emergency or stress or conflict.
And then, there's serendipity, which led me to this quotation today.
Peter Marshall
I know that trial by fire has made me stronger, that I work best under pressure, that I'm often most hopeful when I've just been through what seems like the worst experience possible.
It's hard to remember all of this in the midst of the current emergency or stress or conflict.
And then, there's serendipity, which led me to this quotation today.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Tibetan Prayer Flags
Yesterday was Earth Day. With this early Spring weather, I decided we should celebrate by cleaning all the old bird poop and spilled sunflower seeds off the deck and scrub out the birdbath. Amazing how much gunk accumlates over the winter when you keep two tube feeders, two platform feeders and a suet feeder full at all times.
The chickadees and redpolls ignored us completely, as usual. They're so used to us that they'll land within a few inches of our hands, whether we're still or not. With their black masks, the chickadees always remind me of little bandits. They swoop in, assess the situation, steal one seed and skeedaddle, usually to the bushes nearby, to eat the seed. Then back again, over and over, taking one seed at a time.
The redpolls, on the other hand, are little gluttons. They'll sit on the tube feeders and gorge themselves for what seems like hours. I think I remember reading that they have cheek pouches for extra storage. They always look like they're spoiling for a fight: The ones glued to the feeder fend off all comers with a fierce open beak, and with the crimson red spots on their heads, it's easy to imagine them in air-to-air combat.
After we washed everything down, we put up several Tibetan prayer flags. The bright yellows, blues, whites, reds and greens have made me happy all day while I've worked at my bench. The wind has been high, and I especially love the thought that our prayers for world peace are flowing out as the flags dance in the air.
My first big wholesale order of the season (for Magic Carpet) is due Wednesday, so I've got to get back to hammering and soldering. No knitting today.
The chickadees and redpolls ignored us completely, as usual. They're so used to us that they'll land within a few inches of our hands, whether we're still or not. With their black masks, the chickadees always remind me of little bandits. They swoop in, assess the situation, steal one seed and skeedaddle, usually to the bushes nearby, to eat the seed. Then back again, over and over, taking one seed at a time.
The redpolls, on the other hand, are little gluttons. They'll sit on the tube feeders and gorge themselves for what seems like hours. I think I remember reading that they have cheek pouches for extra storage. They always look like they're spoiling for a fight: The ones glued to the feeder fend off all comers with a fierce open beak, and with the crimson red spots on their heads, it's easy to imagine them in air-to-air combat.
After we washed everything down, we put up several Tibetan prayer flags. The bright yellows, blues, whites, reds and greens have made me happy all day while I've worked at my bench. The wind has been high, and I especially love the thought that our prayers for world peace are flowing out as the flags dance in the air.
My first big wholesale order of the season (for Magic Carpet) is due Wednesday, so I've got to get back to hammering and soldering. No knitting today.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
The seasons change...
Okay, so this blog was supposed to have been created back in September 2006 when I was in International Scarf Exchange 3. I had the photo -- the last of my petunias covered in snow -- but I just couldn't commit to a layout or even to a first post. So it sat, unwritten, unseen, unloved.
And the seasons changed... The early snowfall gave way to true winter, and now all is mud, a typical Alaska spring.
I'm in so many swaps, I'm meeting so many people on-line, and it just doesn't seem right not to have a place to "talk" to you all (and to myself, although I do that all the time anyway).
So, here it is. FrostBlossoms. Gotta work on the layout, find that photo again, figure out how to put lists of stuff on the sidebars, but at least there's one post. And heck, I might even make the thing public in a day or two.
And the seasons changed... The early snowfall gave way to true winter, and now all is mud, a typical Alaska spring.
I'm in so many swaps, I'm meeting so many people on-line, and it just doesn't seem right not to have a place to "talk" to you all (and to myself, although I do that all the time anyway).
So, here it is. FrostBlossoms. Gotta work on the layout, find that photo again, figure out how to put lists of stuff on the sidebars, but at least there's one post. And heck, I might even make the thing public in a day or two.
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