Oh me, oh my. The cherry blossoms are lousy with themselves this year, like crazy lousy!
Seeing them first thing as I step out our back door makes up for the abundant dregs* of dead stuff everywhere else. Winter is surely here, but this tree lets me live in my wanna-be Springtime fantasyland a little bit each day.
I've posted about this tree a few times over the years. When I looked back on a couple of them, I was surprised that last year's blooms arrived much earlier. I posted in November about this autumnal cherry tree, and there were still orange leaves all over it! Pretty then, pretty now.
And how perfect is this Rodin quote? I really do feel like nature talks to me! You too?
*hey, an oxymoron!
This is how I wish I felt. Calm, placid, serene, clearheaded. Aaaaaah.
But, in reality, I feel more like this. Wild, maniacal, rushed and seriously on the verge of some flip-dippery!
HOW ARE YOU?
p.s. Take note of the diamond peek-a-boo fence below. It will make an appearance in my next collection, Daisies-n-Such.
Happy weekend, dear friends!
Don't labor too hard, but remember to be grateful that you 'get to' for the most part. That's key.
p.s. I'll be sharing Daisy Janie's next organic cotton collection with current stockists on Tuesday! Happy, happy color explosion is all I can say at this point! I will share it here with you on Monday, 9/10... you'll see what I mean!
Everything is a-okay in the Land 'o Daisy Janie! I am down a rabbithole over here in my life and in my work, but I have been peeking into some of the quilty / sewing / fabric blogs in my reader, skimming through tweets every so often and scanning Daisy Janie's FB newsfeed periodically to see what my fave fabric friends and businesses are up to ~ keeping a toe dipped into the creative water that nurtures my little soul.
I had no set plan to disappear from the social scene. Instead, I just decided to take the moments as they came this summer and make sure I consistently put my big rocks into my jar first every day. Not always as easy as it sounds, especially when one is out of practice. Try it.
I miss you all, friends, and I sincerely hope you're having a wonderful summer (or winter)!
In case you can't read it, this sign says:
"CAUTION: TRAIL STEEP WITH EXPOSED CLIFFS AND FIXED IRON RUNGS"
So, my husband stitched together some wonderful loop hikes in Acadia, as I mentioned last week. J and I didn't ask any questions. We parked, we hiked, we sweat, we gazed upon amazing views, we cheered and we repeated two or three times a day as time allowed.
As we made our way on a particular hike, we found ourselves on the side of a sheer mountain face. In certain spots, only about 24 inches separated us from sudden death. I am not exaggerating. My anxiety level topped out in a way I've never experienced. At one point, when I thought for sure it couldn't get any worse, and it did, I just froze and my eyes welled-up with tears. I did not want to take another step. I knew we couldn't go back the way we came, and I really, really, really didn't want to move forward where we'd be delving deeper into the unknown. I was pinned for a few seconds to the side of this cliff face just f*cking panicking. Sweaty-palmed, heart-racing, jelly-legged panic.
My thoughts ran amok with, "What if this happened? What if that happened?" - thinking in particular of J and what would happen to him if M and I both fell. (knocking on wood again) You know, really rational thoughts that make you want to rutz! Meanwhile, kiddo wasn't even phased. He just kept going, bellowing out what he was seeing so we knew what was coming. When we were all the way down, he asked if I was scared. Normally, I would not let on as much b/c I never want my perspective to tarnish his fearless inclinations, but for the first time in his 14 years, I didn't sugarcoat it. I let him know I was completely terrified. He was surprised I was that scared, and he said it didn't bother him at all. He didn't even think about it. Ah, the magic of youthdom! I hope he never loses it!
Metaphorical moments rarely pass me by, and this one hit me hard once my feet were on safer ground and I had time to reflect on what the flevil just happened. In my work, I often feel pinned - where I can't go back the way I came, I cannot stay where I am and the path forward is mucky and full of more risks than what I just managed to get through. Dealing with whatever's around the bend is part & parcel of the exposed-cliff path I chose. There are tiny trail blazes that I look up to see every so often, but truly my survival is up to me. I have to decide where to step, which rungs to grab for help (or not) and whether or not acknowledging my fear in a given moment will help me or hurt me. For the latter, I think I'll take a page from J's book: Don't think about it too, too much or you'll become paralyzed. Trust your instincts and keep trudging forward.
Love that kid!
When you have blue skies like we did last week, you'd be hard pressed to find a bad view in Acadia. Even with just a small amount of elevation in places, we saw an abundance of vistas that just humbled us to our core. We are so small, so insignificant, truly. These preservations of nature take care of themselves just fine, without any help from us (and sometimes in spite of us).
Sometimes our day-to-day responsibilities suggest otherwise, but our most important, overarching job as individuals is being a good steward of The Earth. Getting away from the iron grip of suburbia last week was just the reminder I needed. I put a lot of pressure on myself as it is in terms of lifestyle choices, but I always feel like I can do more. "LEAVE NO TRACE" is a message posted on wooden signs all throughout the park - and now it's playing like a mantra in the back of my mind. Leave no trace... Leave no trace... Leave no trace... (hmmmm. when you type it out like that, sounds like a rehearsal for an upcoming crime spree. my brain fires off in odd directions sometimes.)
Hope you enjoyed the images of our mini-Maine vay-cay tour this past week! Just wanted to share some of this awesome beauty with folks who might appreciate it!
Acadia National Park is a treasure trove of spectacular hiking (all levels), which yield incredible views. J kept saying, "The summit is worth the trek." So true! We've hiked all over the country, on all sorts of terrain and lots of elevations, but I will always favor the New England area. Nothing beats scrabbling across open, granite rock-faces and climbing your butt off through old, old, old tumbled boulder fields that the glaciers left behind.
We filled the week with some of the most strenuous hikes we've ever done - mostly perpendicular ladder and step trails made by the Civilian Conservation Corps in the 1930s as part of FDR's New Deal. They put these massive granite steps in the sides of mountains to give ladies in their dresses a proper way to get to the top! This cracked me up b/c I think a more gradual switchback trail would have been much kinder to the ladies in their petticoats and corsets! All kidding aside, we are soooo lucky to have these trails in place and looked after so we can still enjoy them today!
What are some of your favorite places to hike? Favorite terrains?
Morning! Happy Friday! Welcome to the weekend! (Did I miss anything?)
How about this deliciously rich flower? I was stalking them all week to get a pic that showed their chocolate-y goodness - kinda got it but only 61.79% happy with the shot. It's hard to capture a depth of color so dark and complex that my mind's eye can't make sense of it, let alone what the camera can grab. I planted them in 2 old galvanized sap buckets that I picked up from ebay last Autumn, for my Quilt Market booth. They were too big for what I envisioned in my display, but they are perfect flower pots! Keep the chocolate cosmo and/or the sap buckets in mind if you're looking for something different!
Summer is nigh, and by that I mean there will soon be a teenager around Daisy Janie HQ 24/7. Truly, I can't wait! We only have so much time to share with our most precious people in the most meaningful years of our lives - gottta keep makin' 'em count!
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RE: Growing Organically
I've been writing about soil in recent Growing Organically posts and had planned to wrap-up today with a bit about healthy soil derived from organic farming methods. Well, in a bit of perfectenschlag (any Office fans out there?), the Rodale Institute is offering a 2-hour course tomorrow on ..... drum roll ...... Basic Soil Biology! How cool is that?!
From the course description:
"We'll share information on gardening practices that will build your garden soil's carbon reserves and demonstrate how important carbon is. Carbon supports a robust and vibrant soil microbial community that can provide more nutrients to your plants. We'll also explore several different soils and composts to give you a hands-on understanding of what makes good soil great."
I'm sure I'll have a better understanding of healthy soil after this course, so I'll report back next Friday! Stay tuned....
Have a great weekend!
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Thanks for visiting my blog! I am the owner, designer and chief bottlewasher of Daisy Janie. I have been a one-woman show for 17 years – in one artsy business or another. Seven years ago, I made my way to fabric & surface design, and eventually to self-production of my own organic fabric collections. It is here I plan to stay! I'll be writing about the fabric adventures as I go (but not giving away the farm of course) as well as other life-ly, happy things. I'm a 46-yr-old mom to a 19-yr-old kiddo, wife to the man of my dreams, doggie-owner of Scoutie-tu-tu and Georgie Porgie. I like to design fabrics, run, workout, hike, sew, google, garden, cook, eat, drink beer, and laugh (a lot).