Jodie and Ken plan to have a picnic wedding next June. They've reserved a special park that is significant to them. The wedding will be informal. Guests will sit at picnic tables.
So the saga of the wedding centerpieces continues.
Today we finished making all the polymer clay birds and baked them. Jodie is pretty sure she wants to use mason jars and baker's twine. She likes daisies and is considering fresh flowers or silk. If silk, she might attach the flowers to pens so the guests can use them to write a special message to the happy couple.
Here's a mock-up of our first idea. Jodie's maid of honor has some great suggestions to make this better.
I'm a little blue dot in a big red state. The results of this week's election -- both local and national -- were pretty tough on me. I was thinking about that today as I took my morning walk under a stormy sky.
My town is beautiful. The streets are safe. I have good neighbors. So what if we have different ways of looking at the direction our country is going? This country is resilient. We'll cooperate with one another. We'll figure out how to create a space where our children can grow and thrive. We'll have some growing pains along the way. It's been this way since the Revolution.
As I turned the corner, the flag the Baptist minister put up in his front yard whipped violently in the wind. What a great metaphor for us right now. Proud Americans. Firmly planted in the ground. Surrounded by Autumn's beauty, changing into Winter. Our country is experiencing a seasonal shift, too. We may all feel like we've been batted around recently, but our beauty and strength are still evident. We'll find our way home.
I took a true Sabbath today. A day of rest. A day of watching Flea Market Flip, two light comedy movies, and the first episodes of The Newsroom. A day of calm and comfort with Dale. A day out of the rain.
A day of embroidery on paper.
I'm using up some miscellaneous fibers, so some of the designs are working out better than others. The calm that accompanies the stab of the needle makes all the designs worth trying.
Way back in May 2015, a swarm of bees spent an afternoon in my neighbor's yard. It was fascinating to see them up close. By the end of the day, a local bee keeper collected them. Later in the year, he brought my neighbors some honey from their hive.
If you have a chance, go watch and listen. The essence is that trees in a forest help each other stay healthy by "talking" to each other using an underground web of fungi! The mushrooms found "blooming" at this time of year, are the flowers and babies of this fungi network.
Right now, our tree-strewn yard is full of these palm-sized mushrooms. When I look at them, I no longer see a nuisance. Instead, I lie on the ground, take photos of them, peer up their skirts to marvel at their fibrous underbellies, and listen. If I'm quiet enough, will I hear their whispers?
I hope to share more of my mushroom photos later this week.
I'm too preoccupied with election results right now to come up with an original post. Instead, I'll show you a drawing that my long-time friend P. Serra sent me. It arrived by snail mail this afternoon. I'm grateful for such happy surprises arriving in my mailbox.
If any of my readers would like to send me happy surprises, I'd love to share them on my blog.
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I admit to waiting until now to post the experiment because the day after I did this experiment, Donald Trump Jr. made that horrible Skittles-in-a-bowl reference. I didn't want to be associated with that nonsense in any way.