On substitution and worries

 Yesterday I found my pony palm is busy reproducing, new stems emerging from the parent bulb. 

And the light just striking right, found a spiderweb construction traveling all over the ficus plant. 

Hard to see here, but spinnerets thrown from branch to branch all over. I was sorry to remove it, but I'm not sure it's good for the tree to be stifled by webs.

So much goes on in this household of one which I don't know about. 

And today Krista Tippett came through yet again with thoughtful newsletter including the poetry section. 

Padraig O'Tuama muses on Laura Villarreal's poem,  here's the opening

She goes on to say how she takes care of her worries, mothers them, though they're unconcerned with her caring. And the commentator points out

This is very much along the same lines as William Cooper in Scenes from Married Life where his main character reflects that we tend to get attached to our worries and might be lost without them.

And that in turn reminds me, when I keep seeing subjects for sermons everywhere, of the Rector, Mark Ainger, in Barbara Pym's A Few Green Leaves, thinks sadly that his middle aged parish workers can come up with much better sermon ideas than he can.

All this is just musing as I consider options for the time and sharing I spend on Twitter which now seems to be on life support. I'm pretty sure I can find plenty of interesting thinking without it.

Meanwhile, chop wood carry water, I made a couple of easy quiches yesterday , with some of Gary's harvest plus mushrooms. These will freeze in slices for handy small meals when I don't know what to eat.

Mending 's on the agenda today, 

and I made sure it will happen by finding the necessary bits yesterday and putting them out. That's usually the obstacle to getting small stuff done.

But, best of all, here's a couple of beauties from yesterday's knitting group

See the leather tag, the boutique touch?

And prepare for cute overload here, owner due to arrive in a couple of weeks

That seems more significant than anything I've been thinking about.

Happy day everyone, consider what we'd do if our worries were resolved, hmm.

Liz Adams, four-selvedge saori woven tapestry, public collection of Mercer County, 

Food, aboriginal art, and fog

Yesterday's promised tornadoes and huge hail didn't materialize here, just rain. But I think I need to cover my seedlings for shade today, because

I live in the middle of that red bit. Meanwhile overnight there was fog.

I live in that grey bit. And, this really cracked me up, in case we didn't know what fog looked like, the weather service posted this picture of it

So that made it all perfectly clear..

Yesterday when I got home in pouring rain from my knitting group, my Misfits box had arrived. No picture of it on the step on account of rain.

This morning, great timing, Krista Tippett had a guest on her podcast, a psychologist and nutritionist with the reminder that we are indeed what we eat. 

She discussed how the brain takes on nutrition before the rest of the body, needs a lot of it and can not function with a poor diet. All pretty self evident but worth revisiting. 

She's written a book on it, and it Tippett herself has a podcast on spiritual issues,  well worth tracking down, thoughtful and balanced. I used to catch her on radio years ago, lost track and now thank Chris for reminding me of her.

But eating well is not just attending to needs. It's also such a pleasure. It can be seen as a spiritual duty, too, if you're inclined to that interpretation. Me, I think it's fun.

And here's a piece of aboriginal art which speaks to me so profoundly, that I hope you take the meaning I get from it, too.

Very serious around here today! Happy day everyone, eat well, feel fine.