Category Archives: In the Company of Cloth

notes from a quilter, collage artist, fabric collector

Home again

The downpours started just as I pulled away from my sister’s apartment in Salem yesterday afternoon. There were times when the wipers couldn’t keep up. Traffic was stop and go much of the way and it took more than an hour and a half to get home. I collapsed on the couch and had popcorn for dinner. Later: an apple and cheese.

Those wipers: not being able to keep up is how most of us feel about the news these days, I think. The thought of attending a candlelight vigil tonight makes me want to crawl under the covers. Somebody will go. Lots of somebodies, I hope. Not me this time.

No matter how many republican condemnations are issued, I don’t expect any real change until after the midterm elections. Let’s just hope those elections aren’t tainted by OUR ADVERSARY, Russia. I’m sure you know for whom the emphasis is intended.

Travel means coming home and I’m lucky enough to have a home I love to return to. My neighbor watered the new plantings well and the recently laid sod continues to hold up.

It took me three days to open my laptop, but I am back now. “Jumping the Broom” and “Moses and Migraines” getting polished today.

6,000+ feet

Because it’s day four and not day one, we are not huffing and puffing (of course, I’m sitting on a lichen covered rock in the shade of a row of pines typing at the moment). Chickadees. Prickly pear. Arrays of grasses. Red rocks. People walking or jogging by. It’s cooler today. We can see the Flat Irons. The blue of the sky is a kind of blessing.

Phrases I love and CO pix

Researching South Carolina and the colonial era has produced some phrases that I just love. “When the bucks are in velvet” is one of them.

If you’ve never read Archibald Rutledge’s memoir, “Home by the River” — consider it. Beautiful prose describing a landscape the author so clearly loved. The place is Hampton Plantation, South Carolina and it’s where Eliza Lucas Pinckney spent her final years (excluding the brief stint in Philly where she went for cancer treatments at the end of her life).

Even from the road and barely visible through the tall grasses, you could see the plush surface of these antlers.

When the bucks are in velvet, saplings need protection, apparently, because of the fervor with which the deer will run their antlers across the small trunks — to the trees’ ruination.

Another phrase came from a book about North Carolina (mentioned on this blog before – links to follow) and describes one of the ways the enslaved supplemented their meager rations: “gigging for sturgeon” (that’s spear fishing, PS).

Well, not far from Denver we wandered into Pro Bass, a store so huge it makes Dicks Sporting Goods look like a 7-11. I saw my first sturgeon there on Saturday. Just at the base of the store’s central staircase, a huge fish tank housed one of these prehistoric-looking fish.

These things can grow to enormous sizes and live a long time (how’s that for precision?)

Here’s a video of an angler catching a seven footer in some tiny creek that looks like it could be along the Carolina coast. I watched half of it and it was a hoot.

This little lake (above) is two blocks from our Airbnb, while Boulder Creek (below) runs through town about three miles from here. In the 90+ temps, it was a very popular place yesterday.

Another hot one

“Are you coming?”

On the curb down the street — of course I grabbed them. Just what I need (not)!

The geometry of picket fences has captured my imagination of late.

I’ve always loved gates. Places of entry and transition.

Finn and I will spend a portion of the day out here — drinking ice water and writing for me, chasing squirrels or occupying wedges of shade for him.

Congrats to the non-graduate

Congratulations to my son who dropped out of college.


Congrats for surviving your adolescence — avoiding both addiction and suicide.

Congrats for not getting arrested (there was that hearing that one time, but it wasn’t even evidentiary).

Congrats for (eventually) dealing with depression and anxiety head on.

Congrats for being a loyal friend and (by all appearances) a really great boyfriend.
(Congrats on the girl friend, too).

What was it that specialist said? “You can teach a kid to read, but you can’t teach them to make friends”.

Congrats for discovering the pleasure of reading at age 22.

Congrats for hanging on to your curiosity in spite of an academic experience seemingly designed to crush you.

Congrats for taking good care of yourself with balanced meals, sleep, smoothies, and work outs. Congrats for accepting that meds are part of your self-care.

Congrats for knowing how to throw an outfit together and look like a million bucks (something I never got the hang of).

Congrats for exploring your neighborhood — which in your case includes the Rocky Mountains and requires some athleticism and courage.

Congratulations for not giving up.

Congratulations for being the kind of kid that sends a thoughtful card to his mother on her birthday and sends flowers on Mother’s Day.

Congrats for harboring a soft spot for animals, especially dogs.

Congrats for converting the long-standing use of negativity and failure to get attention into the habits of health and small successes.

Congrats for registering to vote and planning to vote blue straight down the ticket.

Congrats for wanting to help others.

Congrats for holding your head up while your friends graduate and move away.

Congratulations for becoming the kind of man I am proud to call my son.

And also, congratulations to all the graduates I know! And congratulations to their parents.

Summer sky

Look at that blue! They’re predicting temps in the 80’s for today and — hallelujah — we had the heat on two nights ago.

Finn and I took the long route this morning. I was listening to “Charm City” — a five part podcast about Baltimore policing on The Daily — and Finn was alive with Dog awareness. He didn’t bark at a single other dog. Perhaps the new jerky treats played a role?