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ON THE MOVE

On the Go!  Goodbye Homefree.  Hello The Oaks.

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SWEEPING

It used to be that I would swish with a length of bamboo  the seedheads of the blondies on my grass once they had gone to fluff and before they could fling themselves onto  neighbour's non-welcoming lawn; those marvels of parachutes would then land merrily near the parent and give me another golden crop.  An old cornhusk broom was acquired recently (estate sale, yes) and while contentedly listening to the music a real broom makes when in use my eye swept across the dandelions waiting to roar and I wondered, "what if...?"  Now I sweep silver globes into explosions.

A LIFE IN THE DAY OF A KNITTER

(excerpt from a future posting)

8:15 am

Clothes washed in a washing machine and dried in a dryer are one thing.  After awhile they seem to acquire some deodorized scent even if nothing is used.  Clothes washed in a machine and dried on a clothesline are a quite different event.  Much preferred for the senses.  Taken to the next stage of cheeriness are clothes washed by hand and wrung out and tossed by wind and sun.  But that is not the end of it.  Clothes washed by hand and hung on a line soaking wet and left to drip and then dry... a  gourmet experience.  There really is a difference!

AAACHHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

In more than forty years of driving I do not recall seeing anyone else sneezing while they are driving.  Can that be?  It is something I seem to do rather regularly.  Four times in a row, in fact, yesterday.  At an intersection - just as the light turned green, of course.  It is hard to let your head explode while trying to keep eyes open and mind alert to all those other cars and pedestrians and low-flying seagulls and potential golf balls. (This is Victoria, after all, where the nearest ocean and the nearest golf course is NOT FAR!)  Just got head and vision cleared and did a quick check to see if there were any feathers or plus-fours on my windshield when sneeze number five made its sudden acquaintance.  And came the thought, not for the first time - How Come I Have Never Seen Anyone Else Sneezing While Driving?????

HAIKU Acceptance of the Good

Life is meant to be

Seamfree, so, as it happens,

Don't worry,  say thanks!

FRAGRANT AWAKENING

If I can't wake up under a lilac tree then a gathering of lilacs scenting my home is the next best thing! 

BACKPACKS

Yesterday a man in a three piece suit with a snazzy tie walked by and I turned my head when  he had passed to verifty, that, yep, those straps on his shoulders did indeed signify his sporting a backpack.  A very ordinary looking backpack - which led me to wonder if there are designer models; supply-demand? demand-supply? But he certainly gave it an aura of class with his style of dress and his demeanor.  Of course, then I wondered, what on earth did he carry in his backpack.  I'm betting on sports clothing. 

There's another woman who walks by the Deli Patio wearing a green and orange knitted poncho that exactly matches her orange and green hair.  I wonder what came first!

TAPESTRIES

As human beings we all have the same basic needs (the wants are just the means of getting these needs) but my goodness we do employ complicated methods to get these.  No 'cases in point' at the moment - just the observation.

MEANINGFUL GLANCE

Why, at times, is a glance more powerful, more meaningful, more communicative than a direct, even prolonged, look?  It is similar to the situation of 'getting pregnant when we stop trying' or 'having what we want when we stop wanting'?