Tatter is offering a new series about visible mending
and the cooler mornings have brought out my handknitted and visibly mended warm socks. Seen from the top they don't look mended at all. They wear out underneath
Meanwhile it's still warm enough to have tea and dessert outside, enjoying butterflies and late flowers
Years ago I stopped using music and audiobooks while I was out walking, and I get a lot more out of it now, noticing everything now.
Likewise I sit on the deck without music or books or knitting, just watching butterflies and bees and noticing flowers hidden under foliage. It's a restoring kind of time.
Saturday's walk around the neighborhood yielded
It's a continual surprise to me as a person who lives alone, how many of my meals are interrupted. Today I'd just dished up lunch, red potato dice, stir fried with red onions, garlic, and scallions, feta cheese crumbled over, when my neighbor came rushing in all upset, with a little package in her hands.
She said I'm sorry to disturb you, oh that smells so good, but I didn't know what to do with my feelings! Turns out the little package was a bird, young mourning dove, which had hurtled down from the sky, onto her patio, and expired.
I asked her if she'd seen a hawk around. We have a lot and usually bigger birds escape them because they're harder to seize. This unlucky fellow didn't have a soft landing, and didn't make it.
Later she texted me to say she'd now seen the hawk, a young red tail, on her fence, the other birds having vanished. So that was the drama that got between me and my hot lunch. It was still good when I finally got to it. She was very apologetic, but I assured her I was glad she'd come over.
It seems the young hunter didn't realize his prey was too big, and the young prey didn't know enough to take cover when a hawk showed up.
Never a dull moment.
And I'm continuing reading S and S, but also binged on a 1971 BBC series production, very well done, less intense than Ang Lee, and with a great ensemble none of whom I knew. Jane is getting me through the last couple of days before the mammo do-over.
Happy day, everyone, enjoy your day, whatever surprises it brings.
