Knitting in the Garden

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A few hours spent knitting in the garden. Is there any better way to while away an afternoon? I’ve been making a pair of grey wrist-warmers. I used the exact same pattern last year in a pair for Emily which I gave to her for Christmas. I knew I’d have to make a pair for myself eventually.

The pattern is based on the Wrist Warmers with Picot Edge by Drops Design although I made them slightly longer and left a gap in the side for the thumb. I used Annell Rapido acrylic yarn, which is lovely and soft and doesn’t have that slightly plastic feel of some acrylics.

So, I’m all set for the chillier days, or maybe I could do with a scarf as well? I have just got started on some knee-length socks – a request from Emily. But I would also like to crochet a blanket this winter. Decisions decisions – but the nicest possible kind.

The Evening Light

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In the evenings, I’ve been weeding and clearing the flower and vegetable beds, trying to bring a little order to the wildness and make space for springtime seeds and bulbs. The rain has softened the hard summer soil and the spade slides in with ease.

The air is still. Although I can hear the distant cars, there are fewer now, as most people are home from work and settling in for the night. I hear the slam of a car door and listen to the song of the blackbirds. A robin hops from fence-post to compost bin trying to attract my attention, chirping and flashing his berry breast.

The fruiting cherry tree was pot bound in its container so I’ve planted it out into the garden now and there are daffodils and other bulbs that need bedding before the ground gets too hard and cold. I’m sorry to say I’ve neglected the garden a bit this year – not cared for it quite as much as I should.

Once I get started though, I’m so engrossed in what I’m doing I barely notice the fading light – until I can’t see whether what I’m holding is sage or brambles – then I know it’s time to go inside.

A Crochet Cushion and Bedroom Makeover

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While Emily was away at camp in the summer, I re-decorated her room as a surprise for her. Her walls have been candyfloss pink for several years, and her tastes have matured so I decided to go with a clean white… with a little inspiration from her Pinterest boards. It was hard work, but at the same time, I enjoyed dropping everything else and focusing on just this one thing.

So in the mornings and afternoons I painted walls, ceiling and trim with several coats of white, I put up new shelving for her growing book collection and painted those – (the shelves not the books, of course!). I painted her mirror, and bought a new lamp and a lightshade made of grey-white shell, put up extra hooks to hang schoolbags and clothes on and new voile curtains. And in the evenings I crocheted! You can see her favourite bedcover above has a geometric triangle design in white, greys and coral and I thought I would try to match that with a cushion to go in the corner.

I was pleased to find a pattern for just what I wanted to make on this website: Solstrikke. It  took me almost the entire week to finish this pillow and I couldn’t get the final row of overlapping crab stitch around the outside to look quite right so I left that out in the end. But overall I’m pleased with it. I learnt to crochet just last year, and this is the first time I have followed an actual ‘proper’ pattern. After that I got a bit carried away with the crochet and made a freehand new cover for her desk chair.

To finish it off, I strung a row of white fairy lights from bookshelf to window and voila – all finished! A very tired, but happy girl when she got back from camp, and a self-satisfied mum who needed a week to rest from all the exertion!

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September Writing Prompts

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A little late, but here are September’s Writing Prompts. My daughter is back to school, my uni course starts back up again soon and I am enjoying getting back to the familiar routine of study, writing, reading, working, housework, that fills so many of my days.

I have been collecting words lately. When I read a book or a blog post, sometimes a word will stand out to me and I have a feeling I might have something to say about that. So I started to keep a little list of words in a notebook. Words that spark interest, are metaphorical or symbolic for something in my life right now, or something connected to the changing seasons.

It is one of the ways in which I coming to see that I have to find my own way to do this writing thing. For more years than I care to remember, I have been reading books and articles about writing. Goodness me, doesn’t everybody have something to say about it! So much advice. So much good advice. But often conflicting, and how do you know which is right, or at least right for you? Well, I guess you don’t, not without trying out what works for you. And when you try out enough different ideas, you come to see that there are other ways too. And you begin to listen to yourself a bit more. This is something I’ve not been very good at in the past.

So, here’s to September. A golden month, I sense. A month to discover your own way of doing things. Enjoy the light xx

In the Garden

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I’ve got a little behind with my blog posts. Not that I’m keeping to any kind of schedule, but I like to keep a record of the changing seasons in the garden and further afield.

So here are some photographs of the garden a few weeks ago, when most of the perennials were reaching the height of their growth. As you can see I don’t plan any formal arrangements, and a lot of the plants here are wildflowers. I don’t have loads of time to spend in the garden keeping it neat and tidy, though I could do with being more methodical. I do prefer the wild and slightly unkempt look of old English gardens.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Quite frequently a certain plant will get ideas into its head that it wants to take over the entire flowerbed – the purple deadnettle or forget-me-not are notorious for this here. I just pull up big sections and they all settle back and work together… for a while.

Having lived here for over twenty years, you get a feel for what grows well and what doesn’t in your soil and position. It’s important for a garden to be given time to settle into its own cycle. You never know what is waiting to emerge. So many of these plants have arrived from seeds blown on the wind, or dropped by birds. Some, like the poppies, only appear if you’ve turned the soil the previous year.

A lot of patience is required to allow a garden to reveal itself to you, rather than try to impose your own ideas on to it. In the beginning I bought a lot of plants from a garden centre which, while pretty and unusual, had the effect of upsetting the balance here. They didn’t look right, they took a lot of extra care and attention, and most of them failed to thrive.

I suppose it is more of a partnership – you work with the garden and it works with you. Though I don’t do a lot of planting now (I work with cuttings or reseed what is already here), it is best when I plant the native British species that suit this soil and micro-climate, or at least those that have been easily and readily naturalised (These orange and yellow Californian poppies seem to love it here. They are not invasive and easy to pull out if I wanted to – I don’t🙂 ) This way, I am less likely to be disappointed in the long run, and the garden seems to evolve in a more healthy way… better for the plants, and better for the gardener!

Life’s Little Pleasures

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Do you subscribe to any magazines? Although I don’t buy any on a regular basis, I do like to pick up a magazine from time to time. A food or craft publication in the run up to Christmas, or a few in the summer holidays to read on the train, or at the beach.

A couple of my favourite UK magazines are The Simple Things and the crafty Mollie Makes, but this summer I was delighted to discover, a couple of new (to me) magazines that were love at first sight!

The first is Flow magazine. This is a Dutch publication that celebrates ‘creativity, imperfection and life’s little pleasures’ and includes beautifully decorated papers that you can remove and use. It is not overwhelmed with adverts which usually turns me off a lot of magazines, but includes well-written articles and inspiration about artists and what it is to live well. It is like a breath of fresh air – as if to say – here – take some time to play and look after yourself.

The other is Womankind magazine from Australia. This one is ad-free – what a welcome relief. No subtle pressure to buy anything, but a wealth of interesting reads that encourage us women to reconnect with those things that give our lives meaning and enable us to live wisely. The design is absolutely beautiful (just to look at the illustrations and photographs is enough) and each issue is themed on a different country. The one I bought recently was based on Egypt and includes articles such as what we can learn from the ancient Egyptians about Living more Wisely, The Chore Wars, Letters from Cairo, The Lost Queen, The Curse of the Pyramids, On Duality, and Goddess of Nature.

I’m beginning to sound a bit like an advert here myself, though I am not affiliated with either of these magazines. I know they are in the business of making money like any other magazine, but I think these two have really made this kind of publishing into something meaningful and worthwhile. There was no icky feeling that I was being manipulated, or sold the same old same old with just a different catchy title. So I just wanted to recommend them, and if anyone else has any other recommendations of magazines that are similarly original and genuine, I’d love to hear about them.

‘The Mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.’

~ Plutarch

Summer in the Kitchen

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Thank you all so much for your comments on my last post. I have not been well and Jay has also been ill with a nasty flu bug and it is so nice to read your words. They really do cheer me up when I’m not feeling so great.

After writing that post about finding rhythm in routine, all of that got thrown out of the window this past week. Is it just me, or do you find that the minute you write about something, events arrive in your life to prove it all wrong?

Still, one place I always come back to is the kitchen. Preparing food is such an integral part of our lives, one I’ve not always accepted whole-heartedly. I do enjoy eating good food of course, who doesn’t? But I do sometimes resent having to spend so much time cooking. This then brings on the guilt. That little voice in my head that tells me how I ought to be grateful for having the means to buy and cook healthy delicious meals for me and my children.

Taking the time to pre-plan meals and to use fresh healthy ingredients goes some way to making the job of cooking every day more enjoyable. We are lucky to have a greengrocer’s in our nearby town and I am able to get lots of fresh fruit and vegetables at often very low prices.

I tend to buy what’s available from season to season, but to be honest our diet doesn’t change much from summer to winter. We like what we like. And I lean towards meals that are quick and inexpensive. Apart from the inclusion of more salads and uncooked meals in the summer, our diet is mostly fish/chicken and vegetables, frittatas, pasta, homemade pizza, wraps, risottos and casseroles/stews. My children love spicy mexican dishes and roast dinners so I cook them occasionally, and prepare something lighter for myself. I’ve been eating less meat, bread and pasta lately and feel much better for it.

In the pictures here are some blackcurrants and redcurrants picked from the garden and pepper and goat’s cheese frittata. My mum gave us a couple of bunches of magic purple runner beans from her garden which turn green when you cook them and taste just the same as ordinary ones. I found a recipe for Creamy Chicken and Green Bean Pesto Pasta, which everyone in the house loved. I think it may be the first time I’ve got Jay to eat green beans! There was pesto and vegetable pizza, juicy watermelon  (one of the very best things about this time of year) as well as Blueberry Muffins and Apple and Cinnamon loaf cake.

My neighbour generously gave me a large bag of rhubarb. I’ve never been that keen on rhubarb so have been searching for years for a recipe that I actually liked. I think I have found it in these Rhubarb and Strawberry Crumble Muffins – a recipe I stumbled upon on the Quince Tree blog. Sue has some incredible recipes on her blog, which is where I found the above pictured Pineapple-Chilli Salsa – an easy and healthy addition to so many meals, and only takes a minute to make!

As I was writing this a baby thrush flew in my living room window and gave me such a fright. It flew around the room then straight back at the window. I flung it wide open and it flew straight out again! I am thinking it might be a sign that I need to spend more time out of doors🙂

So, I’m glad to be feeling better and hope to catch up with all your blogs soon. Emily has gone away to Soul Survivor Camp today and I have secret plans to redecorate her bedroom as a surprise. Though I may have overestimated my ability to get it all done in 6 days! I’d better get to work🙂

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August Writing Prompts

August Writing Prompts

I have got a little out of step of late. The world and life knocks you about from time to time and the rhythm of our lives gets disrupted. I crave routine these days. I am finding more and more that I do not need so much excitement and adventure in my life. Being at home and living in gentle rhythm is just fine by me.

Days filled with reading, writing, knitting, sewing, preparing food, laundry, playing with paints, drawing, playing and talking to my children, long walks, planting seeds, weeding, household chores (okay, I could do without so much of the cleaning, haha).

Is this turning away from the world – burying my head in the sand? Perhaps it is. All I know is that, for me, it is a needful thing. It is that or choke to death on my own despair (a little melodramatic maybe, but not so far from the truth). For me it is not so much a turning away as a turning towards. Towards those things where I can have a direct impact on my life and the lives of those I love.

When I am focused on the news and current events that are taking place far away, my attention has been withdrawn from where I actually am. I might not be truly listening to the people I am with, or able to discern that poem that is bubbling up inside me right now, or notice if a neighbour needs someone to walk their dog when they’re ill, or what letter I could write to my local council that could make a small difference. There is always something that needs my attention right now . When my attention is on the latest world news, it is not here where I can actually take action.

I’ll still keep a distant eye on what is happening in the world so that I can make informed decisions for voting and suchlike. But otherwise, I’m making a conscious choice to get up close with the personal.

These writing prompts are a move to that end. Writing in my journal over the years has been an enriching part of my life. I find I write best when I do not have a prescribed subject but just a word or an image to spark the flow of whatever needs to come forth that day. I’ll share some of what I’ve written here on my blog and maybe if you’d like to join me you could link to your own posts or share your thoughts in the comments.

Not that what I write need always be deep and meaningful. But just the regular rhythm of writing brings me closer to the soul, closer to what life’s all about. And heaven knows we all need a little more of that.

Kim x

Zen Kitty

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Cats love to sit in the most peculiar places, don’t they? At least this one does.

Bo is absolutely adored in this house. It is hard to imagine that a cat could get more attention than this one. Jay, Emily and I dote on her every minute that she deigns to come home and grace us with her presence. She revels in all the attention she receives. We just love her funny behaviours. She sits sometimes and stares at the wall for several minutes, or jumps up randomly at nothing in particular.

She both hates and is fascinated by running water. Her favourite places to sit are in any kind of basket or vaguely round-shaped thing that she can squeeze herself into. Another favourite spot is on top of my computer. Then she’ll look up at me, as if daring me to move her, with that ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ kinda face. She knows very well she can get away with pretty much anything she likes. She does this especially when I have an assignment due – it’s as if she has a sixth sense about these things. Not only Zen kitty, but psychic kitty too🙂

The Spirit of Trees

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She wanders, weaving slowly through the trees. Her feet kicking up the decaying leaf litter on the forest floor. Pausing at the base of an oak, wide as half a dozen people around, she wraps her arms around its trunk and lays her cheek against the rough bark.

As if listening to the ocean in a conch shell, she hears the life of the tree deep inside. A quiet smooth rushing and the soft trickle of sap.

The sunlight dances on her skin as she sinks down to sit on the arched roots where the tree clings to the ground. Her cheek brushes moss, a cushion, a contrast to the parched cracked texture of the bark.

Its wrinkled skin, impermeable, etched with the lines of life, of wisdom, holds her close in spirit. And right then she knows, after so long searching among people, here is where she belongs. The forest is her tribe, the oak her elder. She need search no more.