No nothing about pot, not even really about pottery either!
Just what is growing in my pots. Here all the other buds but one have fallen off, and this is what the cactus is putting out.
I don't know if Ms Spider came inside with her web or not.
Tiny but mighty succulents.
I gave away the other big square planter, but plan to take this with me when I move...as well as these happy Kalanchoes.
My Spirit House to invite good vibes to visit!
These succulents are getting more sun. I should take the others outside to the porch railing too.
Unfold your own myth.
Rumi
Very strange, this Kalanchoe is not doing well, and then I just stuck a flower from the other one into the pot, and it's still blooming after 2 weeks. I think this is one of the pots which got the fungus in it a couple of years ago.
Sharing with Thankful Thursday!
Being present lets us experience each moment in our lives in a way that cannot be fully lived through memory or fantasy.
I wonder why I'm not drawn to go to the beach one more time this summer before I move out west. I could certainly do so. I've sat in the sand and enjoyed the interaction with salty waves many times, enjoying the connection with all the waters that flow around our earth.
But no, I can let the rest of humanity have their sunburns, sandy toes, and damp bathing suits. I am happy enough with drinking lots of water. That's become my connection with all the earth's many-times-recycled waters. You can remind me I said this today if I ever complain about the dryness of Colorado!
Making blueberry pancakes the other day...with frozen blueberries. I'd drop a few onto each pancake after the batter was poured in the pan. So I got lovely blueberry stains on my fingernails!
I do prefer the smaller ones to the great big grandmother size pancakes.
A view of the cooking layout for my new apartment in Durango. It's not much different than the one I now have, though a bit older and smaller. Which actually is close to describing myself, except I'm not much smaller!
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Reminder: Drop over to see Art in Bloom - Alchemy of Clay blog which has some photos each day for this year's display of art with floral arrangements at the Black Mountain Center for the Arts
The Venus of Dolní Věstonice is a ceramic statuette of a nude female figure dated to 29,000–25,000 BCE. It was found in 1925 at the Paleolithic site Dolní Věstonice in the Moravian basin south of Brno / Czech
It is considered the oldest known ceramic article in the world, crafted from fired clay mixed with bone ash.
@Moravian Museum in Brno.
One may also have a thought or two whether the artist who modeled and carved this figure in clay, then burned it in the firepit was a man or woman.
Well, there are a lot more, but these came up first in my search!
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Some more ancient wonders:
Built before the pyramids, Newgrange is aligned with the winter solar solstice. This civilization included minds which remembered a year to year event, engineers and artists who could build forms to show how the sun would shine down a passageway at that yearly event, and a group of people who could mound up all that earth and move those stones without metal tools or wheels. Whenever a civilization can build monuments, it means there is enough sustenance and wealth that people don't all have to be focused on survival issues, raising food and families and protecting themselves against the elements and possible enemies. I'm always in awe of these ancient skilled peoples.
Dawn shines down the passageway at Newgrange on Winter Solstice
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Art in Bloom - Alchemy of Clay blog has some photos each day for this year's display of art with floral arrangements at the Black Mountain Center for the Arts
Latvian song at Summer Solstice in honor of the Oak Tree.
Comment by nauriss from 4 years ago:
Before the lyrics, I’ll try to explain a few words:
Līgo - sway (name of the first day of Midsummer)
Jānis - Diety of fire (name of the second day of Midsummer) (just in plural - Jāņi)
Oak tree, oak tree,
Your big width,
Three days sun came,
Yet couldn’t come.
Oak tree, oak tree,
Your big bushiness,
Three days Partridge came,
Yet couldn’t come.
Oak tree, oak tree,
Your big greatness,
Daughters/Girls came singing,
While breaking branches for the flowers crowns.
Oak tree, oak tree,
Your big eld,
I was born, found you,
I will die, you will stay.
Gather along children of Jānis,
Under the bushy oak tree,
Under the bushy oak tree,
There’s the Jānis’ place of honor.
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Glassmine Falls overlook, Blue Ridge Parkway
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"If you believe the earth is sacred, you have to do something to stop greedy and stupid people from destroying the very life-support systems that sustain us."
A very wonderful book, The Comfort of Crows, by Margaret Renkl, offers some great words about oak trees.
"At the base of each new tree, Haywood sets a five-gallon bucket with a hole he drilled into the bottom. This was my mother's approach for keeping young plants alive, a poor man's drip-irrigation system. The slow release of water allows the tree's roots time to take up moisture. As it grows, Haywood moved the bucket farther out, coaxing the roots to reach, giving them a reason to set themselves firmly into the earth. Once a tree is well established, it's time to plant another.
and
"...more and more I ponder words like bounty and replete and enough. I think of what we are losing from this world and of what we will leave behind when we ourselves are lost. The trees. the stories. The people who love us and who know we love them, who will carry our love into the world after we are gone."
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Art in Bloom - Alchemy of Clay blog has some photos each day for this year's display of art with floral arrangements at the Black Mountain Center for the Arts
