crochet

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Posted on 25th April 2010 by admin in Susan's posts | homemaking

In an attempt to do something to divert me from the never ending work that makes up my life I’ve taken up crocheting. It’s a lovely relaxing thing to have got into. There is something about the movement of the crochet hook that is deeply satisfying.

I’ve just finished a very long scarf for Trevor (Dr Who length). But finishing it was hard – I really didn’t want to finish it and found lots of little things to do it to prolong the inevitability of it being finished. Fiddling with the fringe, putting a single crochet row along the long edges, all prolonged it. But finished it is, and Trevor curled up on the lounge last night (it’s starting to get chilly at nights here) with it around him.

There is something delightful about seeing someone you love wearing something you’ve made for them. I think we’ve got out of the habit of this kind of “homeliness”, giving higher value instead to what is bought and expensive. I can see all the little faults in the scarf (it’s my first attempt), but it has a history now of Trevor and me sitting up late and doing the fringe together. And it will forever hold the memory of place – I made it for the 4 weeks of bitter bitter cold we get here to help keep Trevor warm as he runs about the place doing this and that.

Now I have started on a rug. Amie, our wonderful daughter-in-law taught me how to make a corner so now I am able to make a square, although very very roughly.

Trevor and I were having a conversation about making things and the desire to perfect your skills. My crochet work is definitely less that perfect. Out of that conversation rose talk of the Islamic approach to perfection – that is that only Allah is capable of perfection – in a sense of perfect unity.

Here is a delightful article about Islamic textile art. And a quotation from it:

“…. This is why the “mistakes” we see in kilims have significance: were the kilim-maker to become too proud of her own skill, to seek perfection in her work and too great importance upon her own abilities and creations, this would place her in danger. To be an act of devotion her work needs to show humility, an acknowledgement that her skill is given by God, her materials and leisure provided by God … any beauty which she creates from her labours is a small light from Allah, a hint of the unlimited beauty created by Allah in the next world”.

chicken run

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Posted on 17th April 2010 by admin in Chickens | Gardening | Susan's posts

The chicken run come new garden bed has been completed. Running off the chicken coop and yard its a fully enclosed garden area that the chickens can free range in. The really cool part of it is that it is designed to have four enclosed garden sections enabling us to have one section free for the chickens to scratch about and poo in over a season or two, with the other three sections under cultivation and free from chicken scratching.

It was a huge feat to get it completed, but with Trevor’s usual care in design, plentiful materials from the tip and sheer hard slog it’s at last done. We have just planted out one bed so far, and let a pumpkin vine run free in the chicken scratch area. But with it being mid April, we are about to start moving on planting out the other two beds.

round midnight

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Posted on 17th April 2010 by admin in Gardening | Susan's posts

Just as we were falling asleep on Friday night around midnight, Trevor stirred and mumbled something about grasshoppers.

We’ve just planted out a whole new batch of seedlings (cabbage, broccoli, artichokes and broadbeans) and have covered over each with a plastic drinks container as a way of keeping the grasshoppers at bay. During the day the grasshoppers somehow seem to do minimal damage, but its night time when they are at their worst. munching everything in sight (but not the buffel grass!!!) So we have a bottle off during the day and bottles back on at night routine.

When we got back from holidays last week our blood orange tree was completely stripped, and our other citrus had suffered significant damage from the vast array of grasshoppers at night. The kale has been stripped as well and other plants are under severe attack. And the buggers have the arrogance to sing grasshopper love songs outside our bedroom window at night just to rub in our faces that there is going to be a new wave of the little buggers in the spring.

So the plastic bottles are our defence line for  the new seedlings. But at the end of a long week we had just tumbled into bed and forgotten to put the bottles back on. Hence Trevor’s stirrings and getting up with me staying in bed dozing awaiting his return.

Half an hour later still no Trevor. There’s something round midnight that makes you fear the worst. I made it to the seedling bed looking for the flash of light from Trevor’s headlamp. Nothing. I called out. Nothing. It was a moonless night so getting a torch from the house I hurried back to the seedling beds sweeping the torch over the ground expecting to see a prone Trevor, his headlamp downwards into the earth perhaps overtaken by a swarm of grasshoppers attacking his eyes and ears and nose. Nothing. Had he been spirited away by one of the spirits that abound where we live? Was he having a chat to a neighbour?

A sweep of the front yard, a flash of light. Trevor is there catching the buggers still having a go at the citrus. He’s got a drink bottle container half full of grasshoppers dazzled by the light and now captive.  He can’t understand the fuss I make about where he has been – its kind of normal here to be at midnight plucking grasshoppers off plants, and placing bottles full of them into the fridge to feed to the chickens in the morning.

In the morning I push past the bottles to get to the yoghurt – the grasshoppers are soporific with the cold and barely twitch an antenna as the bottles get jiggled around. I have no sympathy being cranky with interrupted sleep.

For those of you who recognise the jazz reference (even though the title used on this clip is a little out of whack):

And another jazz favourite: