We travelled from NYC to Taos – a total of 18 hours brought us to the magnificent Casa Cobre and this little welcoming committee. Hello Clementine!The landscape is pure Georgia O’Keefe. I’m glad to say that now I GET it. Her red hills, her beloved Cerro Pedernal with its chopped top, her belief that “it belongs to me. God told me if I painted it enough, I could have it.” In 1986 her ashes were scattered there.We could sit and gaze at the Sangre De Cristo mountain range from the patios or the hot tub … I became very partial to the hot tub! Taos changed my way of seeing. I longed for my paints, my colored pencils.My sister rented this most magnificent house for our family to stay in. Every wall was graced with authentic art.I cannot remember the last time that I found a house so unique, so inviting. While the landscape was initially foreign to my ‘English Garden’ sensibilities, I grew to love it. There is a serenity that permeates Taos. It sits as if in a bowl, surrounded on all sides by mountains. The hills beckon, one’s imagination grows vivid. I know that I heard drums in the night. It’s a spiritual place – it causes the small hairs on the back of one’s neck to stand up. Ascending the mountain with the Rio Grande as our guide, I recalled the many Sunday afternoons sitting with my father, watching westerns. I’m here! The wild west DOES exist! It wasn’t a Hollywood painted backdrop after all!I fell in love with this blue bench. The Can-Do Guy says that he can replicate it. Swoon.
I miss my family who stayed behind. More on that tomorrow …
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Last day of work for me –Tomorrow I fly off to New Mexico with The Can-Do Guy, my mom and my adorable niece. We are going to Taos to witness my nephew’s wedding.The gardens will have to look after themselves. I’ve arranged for the best care of my beloved Harley and the felines. When I return I will have a very long list of chores to do, and at least three quilts to complete. I have promised to have the Pie Making Day Giveaway ready and I will! I plan to post. A lot. You’ll probably grow tired of me before August arrives. This past work year was especially challenging and I won’t lie – I am SO ready for the break. I need the quiet mornings filled with garden wanderings, teacup in hand. There is an ebb and a flow at our place that I need to reacquaint myself with. The hyperion lily borders want edging. The herb garden needs weeding. I see neglected tree limbs that have cracked and a small koi pond that lies unused … my work is cut out for me.
Knitting on the plane – some gorgeous Zen Yarn Garden sock yarn called Blue Grass is the opening act. There is 20% cashmere in this delicious skein. And Miss Babs’ 3-ply fingering in ‘Cosmic’ is the main attraction in a pattern called Reyna. Both projects are on the needles and ready to rock n roll. Hopefully ours will be calm skies and no delays. I cannot wait to see Taos!
To say that I am preoccupied with my Spider Web quilt would be an understatement. I’ve gotten to that slippery slope in quilting where I am so anxious to assemble and quilt it that everything else slips to the back burner. The problem is that this particular pattern wants attention, a lot of attention, and it’s not given to QUICK anything. Each block consists of many fabric choices. It’s obvious to me who is leading whom! (mutter mutter bad words).
So this is my explanation as to why my Pie Making Day Giveaway did not get given last week. But I promise to pull it together this week. Sneak peek for those who think I’m full of it…The end of June has been hectic. At work – computer allocations and a tearful goodbye to a colleague that I will miss dreadfully, each and every day. At home – preparing to fly out to Taos, NM to witness my wonderful (and only) nephew’s wedding. Beside wardrobe and securing the best care for my animals, I am bewildered by WHAT KNITTING TO TAKE!!!! I think that I’ve settled on one pair of socks and a shawl. But should I take my Signature circular needles and risk having them confiscated? Can anyone advise?
The Go-To Guy received chunky delicious boot socks for Fathers Day. These were knit from Knit Picks ‘Pearl’ Hawthorne fingering weight. They require two skeins, but the outcome is definitely worth the expense. Inspired by the lovely Arianna, I plan to fill his sock drawer so that this coming winter he will have toasty feet every day. We had a brutal winter last year and he spent a lot of it outdoors. Hats are next!This is what happens when one is not paying attention to the kitchener stitch!My photo doesn’t begin to do this yarn justice – it’s ‘Nirvana’ by Carol Sunday in the softest shell pink. I am knitting a pullover, the name of which escapes me. Just wanted to let you know – Carol’s yarns are to die for and everything that I desire in a yarn – generous yardage, great color selection, humanely grown and beautifully packaged. Go see her. Go now.We’ve got some serious climbing hydrangea this season! I love the lushness of late June in the garden. The plants thrive despite the lazy gardener, weeds and flowers finding their own way, room for all. I might pitch a fit before leaving for New Mexico in July. I might not.I’m still adding to my collection of economy blocks. There must be enough for a good sized quilt by now! And speaking of quilting, please stop back this week as I will be hosting a Giveaway sponsored by RJR fabrics. Here’s a hint ….. Pie. Making. Day.
Last night we enjoyed an enormous pot of steamed clams. I always take the shells out to the garden where they mingle with the compost. I put some in the beds because I like the appearance of something seaside in my NY garden. Always a dreamer, I imagine that the shore is just beyond the stone wall and rows of apple trees in my back yard. I digress. The good dog and I were returning to the house when I noticed that he had some kind of treasure in his mouth. Retrievers are rascals – they are fast and tricky. You cannot take your eyes off of them, especially the older ones. They always surprise you. Harley raced into the house, did some circles around the dining room table and then settled down to enjoy his stolen clam. You would have thought he had a prime rib! Love that boy.
Father’s Day, since mine passed, has not been the same – how could it be? I have to believe that he is in a better place. Today I walked around outdoors (which is where he was most comfortable) and thought about the happier times. My father instilled in me a great love and curiosity for all things wild. We shared the joys of gardening, fishing, dogs, raw clams, the ocean … and so much more. He may not have been interested in literature or the arts , but he made college a reality for me. He was gruff and opinionated and stubborn. But he loved his family and he loved a good joke and he was truly a man’s man. I miss him more with each passing year.
I took this image the morning before my dad died.