I had mentioned a few times, my beloved heavy duty hooded zipup sweatshirt. Of all the articles of clothing i own, this is to me, really, the most important. During a lot of the year, it goes over a thinner one and in the winter months maybe 2. It is my work jacket. It's hood is perfect, big enough to allow free movement, but just right to not be sliding off. Last winter i replaced the heavy duty metal zipper. But, the inner sleeves and both cuffs are worn.
There are a few other places, small, where there is significant wear. But, for being some years old, and a Thrift Shop find to begin with, it's quite strong. I spend some time in the last days looking long at the photographs in that catalog for the Sri exhibit at the Portland Japanese Garden 2011, Mottainai: The Fabric of Life Lessons in Frugality from Traditional Japan. I looked through the book start to finish several times and lingered long on the photographs of the boro noragi, the work jacket. Trying to create images in my mind of a woman to whom it might belong, trying to "watch" her as she went through her day. Something about it just touches something deep in me. I can't imagine anything more beautiful than this jacket.
So...here we have it. The beginning of mine. Right now, not much, really. but being such a strong thing, i know it can go on as long as i choose to continue...years.
One cuff, the inner seam of one sleeve. Now the other to go.
Something about this feels so Important. So Significant. Like some kind of Promise being made.
and then, i was whining in the last post about shade trees and to be sure not to misrepresent this Place, there ARE trees left. None are the really big ones that DID grow and then were lost for whatever their own reasons were. But
beyond the picnic table you can see the latest effort...a second summer young cottonwood. If it takes, it will provide more shade than anyone could imagine.
and here by the buck pen, it's sister tree, up against the skeleton of Willow Boy, a beautiful globe willow that was killed by beetles a few years ago.
and there ARE trees in the "house yard"...small but provide shade.
and i tried to take pics of the goats but they were too uncooperative and little Sunny Ray kept trying to eat my hair and no one would stand still for one single minute. My very old friend Jane is coming on Tuesday from Alaska. Daughter Jenny will be here in the same days to get some of the does and babies ready to take to the Nigerian Dwarf Goat Show at the fairgrounds in Albuquerque. I will assign Jane as the photographer and there should be some good pics then. but in the meantime, the bucks
beloved Tenzen
the young one, BuckWheat. notice his stockings...need to get a better pic.
and oh so Beauty Full Gideon, who just as i snapped the pic, noticed a hummingbird overhead.
so, here we are. Solstice 2012.
