Posts Tagged 'springtime'

Incremental stitches

I’ve been stitching a cross-stitch from a kit. I’m slowly getting to the point where I need to decide if I want to use the beads or not. When it seems ridiculous to stare at a small graph and work on what (effectively) is a stitched version of paint by numbers, I have a vest on the needles.

Photo of a cross-stitch oriole on paper backing. Partially done

Incremental, slow, almost meditative. These colors were cheerful and welcome for the early, cold days of spring.

It’s all slow movements of creativity. Even if I’m using a kit, I need to figure out the instructions, to match thread correctly to the colors’ names (what is the difference between light green, bright green, mustard green, medium green, dark green, fresh spring green, and petite green velvet?), to prevent the cat from gnawing the canvas. And then there are new stitches to learn (half cross-stitches with beads, and cross-stitches with petite beads).

I’ve also been able to go on walks to areas outside of my immediate neighborhood that I haven’t seen since cold weather. Stitching back my thoughts about where my town is, how it relates to other places. And these other places provide spaces for something other than a quick errand into the shops.

Fiberglass cow sculpture in a front yard. House porch is tan stucco. Cow has day of the dead imagery on it, including bones and fanciful flowers.

These other places are whimsical, arty, and surprising. People have been putting in garden beds, or adding statues, small seating areas, and awnings (I assume they are planning outdoor family festivities). From paintings on the sides of walls to cow sculptures in a yard to flowering quince and star magnolias … there was something to see at every corner turned. Such a delight.

Photograph of a red poppy blooming. It is very large, and is planted in a large pot with blue slip decoration. Brown bricks and wooden stairs in background.

I hope you find moments of surprise and delight in spring’s unfolding days.

Spring blossoms

crocusesCelebrate first blooms…

Snowdrops gaze while crocuses

Toss their sun-tipped heads.


Current status of the world: March is definitely roaring like a lion from offshore. It’s chilly here in the northern hemisphere, even for those of us that have sun. Yesterday we had snow showers that were like moving fog, so I’m enjoying today and going to a park this afternoon, under many layers.

If you want better poetry, try Seelenkarussell’s site (in German).

Virginia spiderwort (Trandescantia virginiana)

Virginia spiderwort (Trandescantia virginiana)

These grow wild near a marshy bank, in among wild mustard and other plants. What a delight to see so many spread out among the green grass of springtime, when I was walking on a Northern Corridor Railroad Trail. Spiderwort are apparently beneficial to bumblebees and native bees. When I browsed a Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower article, I found out that “The genus is named after John Tradescant (1608-1662) who served as gardener to Charles 1 of England.” Read here to learn more:

Common speedwell (Veronica officinalis)

Common speedwell (Veronica officinalis)

So beautiful, even if it is an introduced plant among the wildflowers in the NCR Trail. Here’s a link from the Connecticut Botanical society:

Springtime arrived

Springtime arrived

With riots of red, pink, blue blooms,

All jostling in the daylight.

While at night, the white roses

Gleamed and the scent of phlox

Insinuated into the sky.

(C) rjn, May 27, 2011

pink violets

pink violets by rjknits
pink violets, a photo by rjknits on Flickr.

Hope everyone’s Easter Holiday was wonderful. (Or you had a wonderful Saturday and Sunday, if you got to take the time away from work… or you’re in the midst of Passover [if I’ve done the math right, it’s still on for another day]). These violets smell like SweeTarts candy [from before Wonka became part of their brand.. and there were still lime ones], and they’re celebrated as a really wonderful event (even though they’re very small). It’s amazing how much impact something so small can have on one’s mood or the neighborhood.

The Gardener dug in the Fall, like paid to do it, and now the northern part of the yard has gorgeous tulips in lots of happy colors nodding for the mail deliveryperson. Lovely pink bells with white stripes, red, or yellow ones.  The weather here is so warm, that the lilac is blooming on the south facing side of the yard (I’m hoping to get a picture before the blooms are gone).