I am always a bit nervous going to bed on an election result I think is won. This occurred after Gore lost Florida between my going to bed and me waking up in 2000.
But this one seems safe to call.
V should also be for Voting as it was my first as an American!
As in the British term queue. Also used in Ravelry for the list of projects I have seen and would like to knit some day, one day soon. My current list 26 projects but this doesn’t include some self design ideas or other projects I been storing in my head.
For those of you lacking access to Ravelry, my queue starts like this:
Lab Cat's Ravelry Queue
More:
Lab Cat's Ravelry Queue 9 - 13
Pete Seeger
…Pete Seeger, whom I saw in concert last night at the Sellersville Theater. He is 89 years old; I hope when I am that old I can still do what I enjoy most – knitting, walking/hiking, science.
The concert was with his grandson,Tao Rodriguez Seeger:
Tao at Sellersville 6 Aug 2008
And Guy Davis:
Guy Davis, Sellersville 6 Aug 2008
All three performers were fabulous, the music and the story telling and the singalongs…
Tao, Pete and Guy
Sellersville is a lovely venue, pity it is so far away, it was like being part of a small community; especially as behind me were people I knew from Clearwater Festival.
I am still psyched about the show; hearing great folk music and joining the singing along, as you are obliged to do at a Pete Seeger concert, means that I am really excited about going to Ashokan at the weekend.
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As always photos are Copyright © 2008 CDavies.
Nose
I was going to use another N until I caught a cold and my nose demanded attention.
I am fond of my little pert nose, despite its extreme response to scent and odors.
When I was in my early teens I spent a day going round looking at every one’s noses. You should try it, it can be very amusing.
I had thought of lawn mower, because I am fond of my little cordless electric mower and I also quite like mowing the lawn.
Then I was doing something, probably cutting my toe nails, and I realized that of all my body parts I am probably fondest of my legs. They’ve stood by me (pun intended) when times were rough. They respond to my every wish. They cope with Murphy scratching them when he thinks he is about fall off my lap (cat person abuse and perhaps I shall rename myself Cat’s Lap). My legs have taken me up hills and down dales I could not have gone to without them.
Thanks legs.
The plant, not the behavior*. The plant Lunaria biennes is also called moon plant and money plant because the seed pods look like both money and the moon.
I also have purple honesty:
Which puts a new light on “purple prose” if taken literally.
Honesty is a self seeding biennial. I have them every year because sometimes they manage to flower in the year that they germinate. Confusion reigns.
*Although honesty as human characteristic is good.
Honesty is the rarest wealth anyone can possess, and yet all the honesty in the world ain’t lawful tender for a loaf of bread. ~Josh Billings
I use the verb deliberately. I love my garden I really do, but as a gardener I also see all its faults and some. Especially as I have not been able to garden very much the last few years.
Fortunately, nature is incredibly forgiving and bulbs spout, seeds germinate, perennials erupt despite, or perhaps because of, my lack of care.
There is nothing like a few hours or even moments outside touching the earth; planting, tidying, weeding or even mowing to fill me with contentment. Another special gardening moment is when something I planned comes together: Those plants here, these vegetables ready for eating there. For a millisecond, I can ignore the weeds in that corner and the long grass amongst the blackberries, while I appreciate the new flower, vegetable, or fruit.
Lab Cat 