I found those two cherubs at the dump depot, lying just like that with the saw blade dangerously close to neck and feet and I took their picture and then I took them and put them in my car.
I have no idea why. They are pretty heavy. I guess they're cement.
Right now they're keeping watch on my back porch steps and they're so tacky and so ridiculous but who could leave cherub angels at the dump depot?
I walked again today and tried very hard to walk fast and to remember to walk from my shoulders, not my hips, the way that physical therapist guy told me so long ago and it's hard but I don't think my hips hurt as much when I do this.
Pathway to the horse farm.
Beautiful little blooms whose name I do not know but I think it may be a type of Lobelia.
A fern which has taken root in a fallen oak which is so weathered that it looks like driftwood.
A beautiful yellow-blossomed tree that I definitely should know the name of but do not. It is growing in someone's yard. I do not know his name either.
So I walked and I cleaned out the hen house and I did laundry and all of that blah, blah, blah that I do and I also put the last stitch of embroidery in King Richard's quilt. Jessie has finished the blanket she knit for him and so now he can be born. Doing this embroidery has made me want to do more and maybe I will start on a crazy quilt soon. I've always wanted to make one. But where does one find velvet scraps?
While I embroidered I watched a documentary on Joan Didion. The Center Will Not Hold.
It was well done but mostly very sad. Joan Didion has always seemed to me to be a rather sad person, or at least introspective to a dangerous degree but of course that is where her art comes from. She has grown so very, very thin that it is hard to believe that she is still capable of such powerful words, but she is. She is a writer.
And now I have a shepherd's pie in the oven and an extra in the freezer for after Jessie's baby comes. Lon and Lis are coming to stay with us this weekend and they were here when August was born and so...who knows? Maybe the little guy will want to come out to meet his fairy great-godparents.
I become so superstitious when babies are about to be born. It feels like a time when all of the magic available is welcome. Not that the birth of a baby doesn't contain enough magic on its own. Of course it does.
A life, created by two cells, grown while nestled in his mother's womb, fed with her blood and bathed in what might as well be sea water, works with that mother as their bodies conspire together for him to be born when it is time and then he is and there he is, a child, a baby, a wonder to behold and to hold and to love.
Time to make a salad.
Blessings of Golden Warmth and Love for the Magical Arrival!ReplyDelete
I have had a lot of luck finding clothes to cut up for crazy quilting projects, at second hand stores and such...Hugs from Carroll in Vermont where it is finally done being eerily warm this season.
I will start spending more time in thrift stores because I really would love to make that quilt. Hugs back to you from N. Florida where it is back to being eerily warm again.Delete
Walking from the shoulders and not the hips? I'll have to Google that because my hips hurt so bad when I walk! I just bought a Marie Osmond exercise set that I can use indoors instead of walking. I'd love to get back outside though!ReplyDelete
I think it's mostly just being conscious of using the entire body in striding instead of just throwing our legs out. And being aware of our alignment as well. Something like that. I sure am trying and my hips really aren't so horrible.Delete
Of course you took those cherubs home. They look a bit like Magnolia June. Thinking of Jessie and King Richard every day. Love.ReplyDelete
Those sweet, tacky cherubs! They do look a little like Maggie although she is not tacky in the least. She's a lot prettier though!Delete
Isn't it exciting, thinking about this coming baby?
Try looking up Esther Gokhale - she has the Golhale Method I always feel is quite convincing. She's lovely, too.ReplyDelete
I suspect that baby is waiting for his full moon, as they do.
Of course you rescued those cherubs. What else could you do?
My babes always came right after the full moon although I sure did feel the pull of it when it was full. I looked up Esther but haven't had time to really study her method. Will do, though.Delete
I think that if I hadn't taken those cherubs, someone else would have. I just got there first.
Florida has the most amazing flora. Someday I would like to go there and see it all in bloom. Maybe when it's not so humid. When I was quilting, I considered making a crazy quilt, but was deterred by all of the embroidery, especially the knots. I forget what they're called, but they make little balls.ReplyDelete
French knots. And I did some of those for King Richard's quilt and by golly, they are a pain in the ass and mine look like hell except for a few of them.Delete
Florida has so many different blooming periods. Spring is glorious but fall is pretty magical too.
I would have taken them home too. Yes they are tacky but that’s not their fault.ReplyDelete
And I love this post and I love you. Sending all my magic to Jessie and King Richard.
Birdie! I got your heart book magic today in the mail! Thank you so much! I can't figure out which e-mail is yours. Could you e-mail me so I know?Delete
don't know if I would have grabbed the cherubs. probably. nice pics, I like the fern especially. and how do you walk from your shoulders? I try to consciously walk with a longer stride on my left side when I walk the dog to counterbalance my natural stride which is a longer stride on my right. apparently mimmiced from my father who had an unequal stride as a result of having polio as a child, so sayeth the chiropractor/wholistic healer I used to go to.ReplyDelete
See what I wrote in my reply to Catrina.Delete
You know what? I think that chiropractor may have been right. We do mimic our parents so much as little children.
I bet you could get velvet at the Goodwill. You might have to buy a chair for the upholstery, though! Love the fern in the log. Joan Didion has had a sad life, at least in the last decade or so. An awful lot of personal tragedy. I sometimes love her writing, and sometimes it leaves me very flat -- it's interesting that I get such inconsistent reactions.ReplyDelete
I'm with you on Didion's writing. She certainly played her part in our culture for some time. If you watch the film, I'd love to see what you think of it.Delete