July: the month of making


Sometimes we face the light; and sometimes we face the darkness.  Sometimes we float on the water; and sometimes we tumble down the mountain.  Always, we move ourselves on.


It’s getting towards one of my favorite times of year, and one I feel like I’ve missed for the past couple years – mostly due to getting in my own way.  The month of July is set aside in the cycling world for the Tour de France.  Thanks to an enterprising spinner and biking enthusiast, in the fiber arts world, July is set aside by many for some serious yarn making during ‘Tour de Fleece’.  I love the cameraderie that comes with this month of making – and also the photos, ideas, and creativity that absolutely blooms on Ravelry.  It’s inspirational, but also time-consuming.  Last year (in addition to settling in to a new job) I over-planned my to-do list, over-booked my time, and spent many more hours trying to keep up with what everybody else was doing, than I did working on what I wanted to do.

This year I’m planning early.  And sparsely.  And I’m going big.

I’ve got surprises in store for July.  And I’m not afraid to use them!

TdF project in the works

Flowers on… Sunday!

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Farmer’s Market arrangement

A friend decided to throw herself a flower arranging birthday party.  One of our local flower shops buys all their flowers from local farms – meaning, if it’s not in season, it’s not in your wedding bouquet!  A different and unique approach to the business of cut flowers, and one that’s been very successful.  This was my party arrangement – which included mint, scented geramium foliage, and tuber roses.  I learned that in the flower business, scent has been bred out of many cut flower varieties, because the flowers last longer (which customers like).  I’m here to tell you: that Farm Flowers really do smell better!  Our kitchen smells absolutely amazing.


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Loch Raven, afternoon

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.  There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”

― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring