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Little Slice of Heaven, Rural Pennsylvania, United States
wife. mommie. daughter. home-maker. my family is my passion. when not chasing children, husband, or pets about i like to bake, sew, quilt, cook, dig in the dirt, tromp around, take pictures, ponder, and fill my lungs with good, clean air. i am a very blessed girl.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

I freeze the world in a perfect mirror:  the timeless light of my wide eyes.
--Charles Baudelaire

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

I must follow up on these continual lessons of the air, water, earth. 
 I perceive I have no time to lose.
---Walt Whitman

wood frog eggs, super-macroed

delicate spider's lace, super-macroed

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

Actually, there is a word, or make that two:  "Train". . . . and "Wreck."

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Common work. . .

"The best things in life are nearest:  breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand,
the path of right just before you.  Then do not grasp at the stars, but do Life's plain, common work as it comes,
certain that daily duties and daily bread are the 
sweetest things in Life."

-- Robert Louis Stevenson

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Who needs Spring when Summer's knockin' at your door? . . . .

I have one of these:

And this too:

And one of these as well:

But when a day like today happens, and you can finally feel the sun's warmth radiating deep in your bones. . . and the birds are rioting with song. . . and there's hardly a bug in sight. . . and a light breeze tickles the back of the neck. . . . . 

I was really glad to haul out this big beauty:

The Singer 201-4, a natural-born hand-crank, circa 1925.  Isn't she lovely?  The Singer 201 is a straight-stitch only machine, known as the Cadillac of the vintage Singers due to its
 superior stitch.  

Just look at that gorgeous line of stitching:

There is no pedal-to-the-metal here.  There is no rush, no need for speed.  Just the gentle snick-snick-snick of the needle as it quietly goes about its business.  You've heard of the Slow Food movement, certainly.  This is my take on the Slow Sew movement.  The slow precision of the activity somehow heightens awareness, becomes Zen-like.  Blood pressure lowers.  
Minor urgencies and agitations dissipate into rightful nothingness.  

A peace settles down for a long stay.  Such good medicine.

When this machine came into being, my Grandma Lois was a little red-headed girl of 12, my Nanna Hazel was 15.  They both very well could have sewn on something similar. 

 I like that thought.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

I wish that life would not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries,
loaded, fragrant.

Monday, March 12, 2012

My earthly muse. . .





Sunday, March 11, 2012

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

It's time again. Tear up the violets and plant something
more difficult to grow.
--James Schuyler

Friday, March 2, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday, a day late and a dollar short

I never found the companion that was
so companiable
as solitude.

--Joseph Addison
Don't you just want to curl up at the foot of this trunk and take a long and deep sleep?
 I do.