Now is the Month of Maying

In the last three weeks or so, I have:

1. Baked copious amounts of bread.

Better than Beard's. Maybe.

2. Learned how to knit.


3. Kept watched over our new friend and her babies.
Lola the Robin
Lola's Baby

really not MIA

I'm still here.

With the advent of Spring, I'm spending much more time outside and generally being much more productive. There's something about that sun shining away that really gets my blood flowing. That means limited blogging.

Let's see...what have I been up to? You'll find out soon enough, when I come back with photos to post. It'll be soon, I promise.

it's finally Spring

And I have my first sunburn of the season. Ouch.

uh oh

Last night I dreamed I gave birth. To fraternal twins. Eek.

recent inspiration

T.S. Eliot has long been my favorite poet. I discovered him in High School in my AP English class and have been smitten ever since. In college I composed part of a song cycle with some of his text. I found it yesterday, revised a little of it, and found myself itching to finish it. Anyone know where I can find a publisher? And how do I actually get permission to use the text? Hmm.

I love this...

Garlic and sapphires in the mud
Clot the bedded axle-tree.
The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.
The dance along the artery
The circulation of the lymph
Are figured in the drift of stars
Ascend to summer in the tree
We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf
And hear upon the sodden floor
Below, the boarhound and the boar
Pursue their pattern as before
But reconciled among the stars.
-from Burnt Norton (No. 1 of 'Four Quartets'), T.S. Eliot