Archive for December, 2014

I was hesitating over that title, because maybe the end of 2014 is more about setting things free…but then decided that the idea of “Let it Go” had been a trifle overused in the last few months, and who needs that earwurm again? [Confession: I like the song, but overplay and over-commodification make it grating.]

Here: look at more tatting, instead!


No, I haven’t a clue what to do with them.  I am tat-less in addition to tactless, apparently.  But let me get back on-task now… In the last hours I have of this year, there are a few things that Must Be Done, in no particular order:

  • Charitable contributions:
    • Doctors without Borders, Heifer, alma mater, local arts, clothing donations, etc.
  • Bills
  • End of year report to employer
  • Buy milk
  • Work on music
  • Clear my desk
  • Closet-culling
  • Acknowledge past traditions I do not practice for the tying up of other things….


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Let’s call things what they are.

Saving-spade---gardening2Let’s imagine how things could be….

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Garden rescues are starting to become a specialty of mine; tell me that some place will be sold, or some area is about to become the next section of a long-planned development, and I’m immediately thinking of how I can gather some seeds, take a cutting, grab a shovel….

Will those roses survive bare-root? The Rose-Rustlers seem to have good luck with that — let’s give it a try! That Blue Bunny hydrangea from Avant Gardens? Sure — pot it up! Rhody cuttings go to Van Veen‘s; ferns are dormant and therefore eminently portable; hey, that iris tuber looks mighty healthy and the ground is still soft enough around it to pry some out….

My father gives me a tall container filled with shredded documents and beloved dahlias. And more gardening tools. Okay, I’ll do my best with them all.

Here you see my grandmother’s gardening tools, my great-great-great aunt’s currant bush, and a section of where the mint had been growing in my yard [see various posts about how much I hate lawns/lawnmowing].

The currant bush is especially interesting because of its resurgence: a neighbor’s maple tree shaded it out, and the bush pretty much vanished for 25 years. I thought it had died. But then the maple was taken down… and to everyone’s surprise, the currant bush sprouted up again. Sprouted, thrived, produced tart, delicious berries — jelly was once again made and savored on home-made corn muffins and toast.

It was a further delight a few days ago when I discovered that a new bush had formed from a runner, with thick, healthy roots and many-budded branches. That’s what you see in the picture above, next to its new home in our side garden.

One of its tap roots went downwards for about a foot, and then bent to the left. As I was digging out a space for it to fit, I started hitting coal fragments, and I was especially happy — the currant’s original home had been near one of the old coal/coke piles. “Look!” I said to it, crushing some of the coals and mixing them in to the soil mix I was preparing [which included dirt from the old location, Leafgro, peat moss, etc..] “It’s like home. You’ll like it here….”

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And so once the car was unpacked, we sat in front of the fireplace for a while….

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